Pacing The Fields Poem by Gaia Rose

Sun on my face, wind in my hair,
Time to myself, no-body there,
Pacing the fields, forgetting my woes,
Where I end up, no-body knows.
Every step taken helps me to forget,
All my frustrations, all my regrets,
Dog at my side, together we tread,
Marching in sync while stresses are shed.
Freedom is mine while pacing the fields,
Wide open roads, forests and hills,
Boots on my feet, scarf round my neck,
Got to keep going, no stopping yet.
At one with nature and all she has gave,
Her beauty astounds me, this Earth she has made.
Thunder or hail, sunshine or rain,
Pacing the fields diminishes pain,
Eyes open wide, focus is bright,
Trekking the hills turns wrong into right.
Time has no meaning, everything’s still,
Negativity fading, wont becomes will,
Stopping to rest and take it all in,
Peace now replacing the sadness that’s been.
So if you can’t find me and no-body’s home,
Outsides where I venture, outsides where I rome,
Pacing the fields is where I shall be,
It’s the one place where life becomes clearer to me.