Daffodils grew in a field that I once remember <br />but now it looks like a bleak field in November. <br />You could drive down the hill and see a yellow bed <br />but that was before the land went dead. <br />This once beautiful field of the yellow Daffodil, where <br />the mud and dust crumbles as it loses it's will. <br />There is no fight left in this sad old field where only <br />Daffodils were grown to yield. <br />Year after Year I wonder if the spring will bring them back <br />but the land is so hard it's a job to crack. <br />An odd one appears just now and again but that's when the <br />field has had continous rain.This field has gone fallow it will <br />never be the same, but why is like it and who is to blame.<br /><br />sylvia spencer<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-field-to-remember/
