Out in the fields with GOD
the little cares the fretted me
i lost them yesterday
among the fields, above the sea,
among the winds at play,
among the lowing of herds,
the rustling of trees,
among the singing of birds,
the humming of bees.
the foolish fears of what might happen,
i cast them all away.
among the clover-scented grass,
among the new-mown hay,
among the husking of corn,
where drowsy poppies nod,
where ill thoughts die -
and good are born--
out in the fields with god.
i LOVE her:)