I remember the straw fields
(When I was young) ,
Shimmering and glimmering
In the sun.
Their golden blades
Embraced a world
Of innocence,
Where dreams unfurled.
As children, there,
We happily played.
Jumped, ran,
And simply laid.
Absorbing the warmth
Of the sun.
Those golden fields
Were so much fun.
© 2009 W. Salley
Walterrean Salley
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