Across The Fields Poem by Nero CaroZiv

Who would not remember the years of my youth when as a boy
I went out under summer skies whistling for flowers with joy
Across the wide open fields, no fence no hurdle to bar my walk
I never heeded when I crossed a humane made balk

I roamed in fields with fig and citrus orchards where ever I did please
Free as any unanchored sailing ship in the boundless sea
And like an old time prophet I challenge up the scudding clouds in the sky
Through them I could many signs and phantoms descry

As a young innocent child I unit and mingled with blessed earth
That adores and listens to people not of city birth
Yet to me it whispered divine melodies when I drew my head near
Supreme, multitudes of nature voices captured my ear

A hidden hoopoe from the meadows did scream
Scurrying away like a pike in the dry creek bed deprived of its stream
While overhead the morning summer time bell
The pert and nimble lark singing, hidden deep and well

Oh, the mighty eagle whirring with wide spread wings
It did spread fear in the hearts of sparrows as comets did to ancient kings
The fierce hawk did not lag behind, it did poise in heaven high
It did hang like a transfixed butterfly

So, it did maintain itself in the air until it did spot a bird afar
Then, it swooped upon the prey like a shooting star
Noticing the act the sparrows returned to hop and to chirp beneath the thatch
The bragging gander cackled thrice as if their voices to match

Oh, Lord will you allow me just once to return
And dwell across the fields for which I crave and yearn
To join the games and pursues of zooming squirrels and limping hares
Or follow and ambush the birds that the high foliage do share

To know no destructive tools except the scythe and the hook
To search no honor but the wisdom in a dusted book

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