Through the fields I went. <br />Breath of the wind, smell of the earth. <br />Not a soul in sight. <br />Barefoot, the grass tickling my feet. <br />In my palms I held <br />Beams of the sun, drops of the dew. <br />Whistled - and my horse <br />Came from afar, hearing my call. <br />Centuries have gone by <br />Since I last rode through the green fields. <br />Here I am again <br />Drawn to this land, life after life. <br />It's my fate. I pray: <br />Let it remain so.<br /><br />Julia Klimenova<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/through-the-fields-i-went/
