'Underneath The Sun' Poem by Whitney Nicole Albright*

I remember helping my grandmother in the fields
We would awake in the early morn
Out in the woods, on top of the hills
We'd plant peas, turnips, squash, and corn
It would be so beautiful watching the sun rise
All day long I'd just stare
Stare at the deep blue skies
And smell that foggy, fresh air
The grass would be covered in dew
I planted seeds into the cold ground
Out there, my troubles were few
As I'd feel the breeze cool me down
On top of that hill, I could forever stay
So breath taking are the things God has done
I saw life everywhere during those sweet summer days
Those days I spent underneath the sun