On my journey today, this field took me back in time.
#Photo and #STORY by #FrankGCaruso
In the golden fields where dreams were sown,
I, a child, with boundless energy known,
Would race through the farmer's land untamed,
A symphony of joy that can't be named.
Beneath the azure sky, so vast and high,
I'd spread my wings, like a bird on a fly,
The golden grasses whispered 'neath my feet,
As I danced through nature's rhythmic beat.
Oh, the farmer's field, my haven divine,
Where innocence and freedom intertwine,
With each bounding step, my heart took flight,
In the tapestry of nature's pure delight.
I'd chase the wind, my companion true,
As the sun's warm kisses bathed me anew,
The scent of the wind filled the air,
As I weaved through nature's tapestry fair.
With laughter bubbling like a crystal spring,
I'd chase the butterflies on vibrant wing,
Through the meadows, I'd skip and hop,
Like a tiny dancer who'd never stop.
The old oak tree would stand tall and wise,
Witness to my escapades, my childish cries,
And as I ran, I'd imagine I could touch the sky,
Reaching for dreams that seemed oh-so-high.
Oh, how I long for those fleeting days,
When life was simple in innocent ways,
Running in the farmer's field, wild and free,
Oh, how I wish I could still be that child, me.
But now I stand, a grown-up in this land,
With memories of running, held in my hand,
Though time has passed and years have flown,
In my heart, the farmer's field remains my own.
For when life grows heavy, and my spirit feels worn,
I close my eyes, and in my mind, I am reborn,
Running through the field, as a child once more,
Where dreams and freedom forever endure.
#farmer Thank you
