In The Fields Of Green Poem by Peter Lorenti

In the fields of Green I run, I play
The crisp grass brushing my feet, I play

Through the murky swamps I hop, I laugh
The dark water consuming my feet, I laugh

Soaring through the air I jump, I smile
The cool breeze tickling my feet, I smile

Crashing down, the ground I hit, I cry
The sharp pain striking my feet, I cry

My mother carrying me, I hurt, I cry
The clear image of a face, I cry

In the fields of Green