Thursday, August 23, 2012

fields of gold.




Many years have passed 
since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run 
as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me 
when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun 
in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
~Sting

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    1. Thanks Marie! I sat in the weeds for 20 minutes waiting for that shot :)

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