Through the fields I went.
Breath of the wind, smell of the earth.
Not a soul in sight.
Barefoot, the grass tickling my feet.
In my palms I held
Beams of the sun, drops of the dew.
Whistled - and my horse
Came from afar, hearing my call.
Centuries have gone by
Since I last rode through the green fields.
Here I am again
Drawn to this land, life after life.
It's my fate. I pray:
Let it remain so.
Julia Klimenova
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-fields-i-went/
