Fields of Dreams

The land is lush
The skies so blue
My heart doth gush
At all that is new

Grain reaches up
Toward the sun
With open cup
Longing for raindrop fun

Breezes tickle my beard
And ruffle the grasses
Supremely geared
To feed the hungry masses

Golden meadows carpet the land
My eyes sparkle at the sight
These vistas are so grand
My heart doth take flight

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Rutterman · 46-50, M

Well done, sir. 🌞

JoyfulSilence · 51-55, M

@Rutterman

I love wide open spaces!

P.S. An hour later I passed a Rutter's gas station. It looked new, or at least renovated. It had a sign, "Now Open." I did not stop, though, since I had just eaten and filled up my tank elsewhere .