The meadow bathed in Summer sun
has birthed a flood of yellow blooms
all frolicking like school-freed kids
vacationing and having fun.
A farmer tractors green terrain
oft dotted with a wide-limbed tree
up rolling hills, through stream-filled vales
all back-dropped by a mountain chain.
Clouds tinted pink roam overhead
and cloak a sun who’s shy today
unlike the playful teasing wind
who through the carefree flowers sped.
A farm boy freed an hour from chores,
I love to wander through Dad’s fields,
drink in this season’s loveliness,
and whisper “Thanks!” as my heart soars.
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