Poem By Jane Tomlin
Over the fields of gold and mellow hue
On the never ending flowers that bloom anew
The sun doth shine and glint in morning dew
The meadows vast and wide in vivid view.
Upon the sweeping wings of hawk on high
That cry and screech and wonder as they fly
They search and scan the earth from in the sky
For some small morsel, they prey, it meets the eye.
Flocks of sheep that gather outward, graze
Greener grass on inverse side reflect the sun ablaze
Sun shining, blooms all blossom merely tepid phase
Crimson skies cascade to shadows bathed in moonlit haze.