Poem #1 The field

The Field

A long and open field,
That is where I’ll be,
The green open surroundings,
That is where you will see me.

I will wait for you there,
From dusk to dawn,
I will wait for you always,
In the fields of corn.

The breeze is gentle here,
How I wish you could feel it,
The trees sway freely,
Underneath them, I always sit.

It is lonely here,
Yet I feel so alive,
The air makes my mind clear,

How I wish you were here.

Will you ever appear?
Whisper it, my lips are sealed,
Only the birds and trees will hear you,
In the long and open field.