Field

Field

A green field bathed in sunlight,

wet and squiggly under foot.

Brown shapes wander aimlessly,

they're cows and horses if you look.

A yellow field bathed in sunlight,

dried and cracked from the sun.

Little children scream shout,

Just playing, having fun.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

the trees are brown or bare.

Brown shapes shelter from the wind,

breathe white, from frosty air.

A white field bathed in sunlight,

Cold and covered with virgin snow.

Suddenly a man appears,

A carrot for his nose.

A red field bathed in sunlight,

wounded and dying lay.

An ancient battle long ago,

no-one knows who won the day.

A green field bathed in sunlight,

it's beauty beyond compare.

Will greed turn it to concrete?

And blacken our fresh air.

(August 2017)