Golden Fields

The Golden Fields that lie ahead

All the thoughts in my head

The land tilled by plow

All the grass grazed by cow

The tall trees are mostly pine

Always Mother Nature is kind

The sky is the bluejays way

All mushrooms help with decay

The horses gallop and whinny

All the days a new beginning

The life of living off the land

All of creation hand and hand

To me this sounds mighty grand

This is one of many fields from Nebraska; partial inspiration for this poem.