White Fields Poem by James Stephens
White Fields
I
In the winter time we go
Walking in the fields of snow;
Where there is no grass at all;
Where the top of every wall,
Every fence, and every tree,
Is as white as white can be.
II
Pointing out the way we came,
-Every one of them the same-
All across the fields there be
Prints in silver filigree;
And our mothers always know,
By the footprints in the snow,
Where it is the children go.
Very pure poem, descrip2tive of the wonder of children walking in the snow
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8/7/2026 6:37:32 PM # rel_20260806T081513Z_580e7f4
As bad it can be I can write a better poem than this you are the worst poet I challenge you write a better haiku than me
Dont be silly they didnt write it, it is written by a well known poet called James Stephens