I crossed a field
A stile and gate
And breathed the country air,
So fresh the wind
Upon my face
Away from anywhere.
I saw a lark
Ascending up
Into the deep blue sky,
Out from the grass
Of waving gold
As I just walked on by.
I felt the sun
Upon my back
The warmth that I did feel,
As it did light
The countryside
And filled my heart with zeal.
I heard the blackbird
Singing so
Upon the highest tree,
So sweet the song
So gently phrased
So restful and so free.
ANDREW BLAKEMORE
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-crossed-a-field/
