The little cares that fretted her,
She lost them yesterday,
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play.
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what might pass,
She cast them all away.
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay,
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born--
Out in the fields with Love.

Dear **Scott**: With rich rhyming plus meter
you seemingly turned on a heater.
That 'thing' is no gun
but (rather) the fun
inherent when bliss ain't a cheater.

A good poem, Scott!

I like the idea of love being carefree and creating good emotions.

You have some nice summer imagery in this poem.

Best,
Carol

Scott,
Such nice images you have created here, a very moving and positive poem!
Your friend,
David