The Flower Field

The parallel columns run straight,

as if racing towards a common goal;

The blue sky.

The big powerful blades hum and spin as smoothly,

as the wings of a red winged humming bird.

The neatly weeded chain of blossoms

Are as simple and breathe taking as can be

The blur of white ahead slowly

Dissipates as the brightest star comes out.

When the sunsets on the back of the dense trees

We tip toe through the flowers

As stealthy as a snake,

Careful not to disturb the peacefulness.

We create memories and paths

Through those beautiful countryside’s.

As we sit back and enjoy the meadow

We begin to weep at the thought that

This beautiful ground would be gone in

Just a few months

Berkley L Mitchell