Fields Of Wheat And A Day

We hold hands and run through the

rolling fields of green,

Then watch the wind blow through the

waist-high wheat.

Above us, the sun shines bright, each

ray breaks through,

Gossamer, whimsical clouds, the sky

reflects a clear blue hue.

Carve our initials in the oak near the

creek,

Sit on the bridge and dangle our feet.

The birds fly overhead, their songs

echo by and by.

Only the gods and creation can observe

their cry.

Saunter along a little further, you tell me

stories of better days,

I get lost in the color of your eyes, your

smile, and your gaze.

Feel the warmth of the sun as each

golden ray continues searing,

And we arrive at our blanket by a tree in

a clearing.

The shadow and shade of that glorious

beast,

Brings a sigh from the both of us as

soon we feast.

A picnic lunch made just for us two,

And then a serenade, a song from you.

Your beautiful voice, the strum of your

guitar,

Humming lingers in the air to be carried

afar.

Not a thing can interrupt our day,

Not a phone, no cars, and no one in our

way.

We lie closely on a blanket and stare at

the sky,

While tender words exchange between

you and I.

In those fields of wheat and in our

hearts to stay,

A bond of affection was born that day.

Then suddenly, a crack of thunder from

a storm,

And sadly I awake to find that it’s morn.

Reviews

[EcstaticEuphoria]

I wanna live inside this dream so badly. It's everything i would dream for the perfect day and the perfect affection. If only dreams could be real... but wait maybe they are if only we dream then long enough.  Adore this piece and your rhythm. Keep it up!!

[Tbear]

Awwwwww my heart...oh my heaaaart..ohhhhhhh i want to go back to sleep to feel the dream again! Well done you... write on...

[richieb]

Too perfect a day to be true. I think everyone reading this poem is seeing themselves with a pretty girl or handsome young man enjoying a dream live day. If we each get to live a day as this in our live, we should consider ourselves fortunate.
Blessings,
Richie b.

[Broken Hearts]

Wow this is wonderful! I wasn't expecting for it to end the way you did, but I love it. You had great imagery used. Keep up the good work!

[mercy party]

i enjoyed this daydream so much. so very good! :)

[Joey Nizz]

Beautifully written with a very unique choice of words, I loved every line from "We hold hands" to "I awake to find that it’s morn".
Really amazing, you have outdone your self Anastasia! ^^

[wordman]

sounds like a beautiful day,loved it !

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I thought you only wrote haikus 😉 but this is good too! Actually quite good. I liked the imagery in this one and the simple, effective way you wrote this with...
Especially liked these lines:

"And then a serenade, a song from you.

Your beautiful voice, the strum of your

guitar,

Humming lingers in the air to be carried

afar."
Beautiful write, Anastasia 😊👍

[Stacy Purvis]

Ha! No, I write all forms of literature. Thank you for your kind words. : )

[Dr. YumnaKay]

Cool! As you should 😉
I'll be reading more of yours. You're welcome 😊

[Stacy Purvis]

*blushes* I very humbly thank you.

[Dr. YumnaKay]

I didn't consider you a typical one blushing at praises lol but okay 😂😂
Always welcome 😇

[Najam Us Saher]

Very nice imagery. I could imagine the scenario through your words such was your description. I loved it.