I crossed a field <br />A stile and gate <br />And breathed the country air, <br />So fresh the wind <br />Upon my face <br />Away from anywhere. <br /> <br />I saw a lark <br />Ascending up <br />Into the deep blue sky, <br />Out from the grass <br />Of waving gold <br />As I just walked on by. <br /> <br />I felt the sun <br />Upon my back <br />The warmth that I did feel, <br />As it did light <br />The countryside <br />And filled my heart with zeal. <br /> <br />I heard the blackbird <br />Singing so <br />Upon the highest tree, <br />So sweet the song <br />So gently phrased <br />So restful and so free.<br /><br />ANDREW BLAKEMORE<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-crossed-a-field/
