Fields

• Michael Bullen, Grade 2
• Poetry
• 2015

Their gold shows off in the evening sun,
The colour shows to everyone,
Sometimes yellow, sometimes green,
The beautiful thing you've ever seen,
The field is the home of cows,
Of sheep, of farmers, with sweaty brows,
The farmer works his whole day through,
To harvest crops for me and you,
The field is a wonderous thing,
It makes you really want to sing,
The sea of gold, so wonderous,
Brings joy at sight, to all of us.