Morning On A Field Poem by Minerva Agriam

I will be the happiest lady
Under the sun,
When setting out a gleeful
Field I find,
Gentle expanses of luscious
Greens of plants.
Then a silent promise
I utter not,
In my mind there in
Locked up that,
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one,
I will look at rows of clouds
With quiet mind,
Watch the winds blow down
The grass then it rises,
And when lights bigen to show
Up from the hills,
I will give thanks to Thee Lord
For this morning on a field.


(3/22/03. 10: 15 p.m)