Through The Fields I Went Poem by Julia Klimenova
Through The Fields I Went
Through the fields I went.
Breath of the wind, smell of the earth.
Not a soul in sight.
Barefoot, the grass tickling my feet.
In my palms I held
Beams of the sun, drops of the dew.
Whistled - and my horse
Came from afar, hearing my call.
Centuries have gone by
Since I last rode through the green fields.
Here I am again
Drawn to this land, life after life.
It's my fate. I pray:
Let it remain so.
utterly pure language, so clean, appropriately, like the sun-drenched, fragrant fields. I like the parallelism of the lines with 2 parts, 'breath...', 'beams...'. And a nice meditation on reincarnation.
Lovely poem, Julia dear, I am glad I started reading your creations with this one. I'll try to read all the other works as soon as, but for the beginning I am very much impressed!
to at last become One with the great sweep of Nature nothing beats the thrill more than thrill deep abiding joy that such an event could happen a wonderful poem
I smelled the grass as you spoke, and the sense of having been there often before was very strong.
A very lovely poem Julia, very well constructed bringing the centuries together. Loved it, loved the read. Love Ernestine XXX
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/26/2024 8:17:34 AM # 1.0.0.1119
And so it is. Let it be. I enjoy reading this poem. It's a blissful state of wellbeing. Thanks. L