Out in the Fields with God by Anonymous Works but attributed to Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The little cares that fretted me
I 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,
The humming of the bees. 
The foolish fears of what might happen,
I 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 God.
1 comment:
Looks like that little one got pretty darn dirty! LOL
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