within the fields


within the fields  ( sdleif eht nihtiw )

within the fields the weasels sing

of phantoms in the mists of spring

the grasses gleam as teasel glow

& little orbs are snorkelling

a sort of sea upon the vale

as snails awake & chase the tail

of winter's ghost & rivers flow

& puffs of seeds in clusters scale

the mutant blue & blooming sky

to flutter like a butterfly

beneath an oak as gardens grow

we sit & hark, the dog & i

the breathless hum of bumblebees

the mumbles on a jumbled breeze

then wander home but slowly so

within the fields, upon the leas


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