I remember the straw fields
(When I was young) ,
Shimmering and glimmering
In the sun.
Their golden blades
Embraced a world
Of innocence,
Where dreams unfurled.
As children, there,
We happily played.
Jumped, ran,
And simply laid.
Absorbing the warmth
Of the sun.
Those golden fields
Were so much fun.
© 2009 W. Salley
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
makes you miss the innocence and naiveity of it all. i really like this :)