'Fields Of May'

'Today I walked through fields of grass

Tall and waving they hid half of me

Here and there bushes of wild roses stopped me

As I stood taking in their perfume

Barn swallows swooped low over the waving seed tops

My mind filled with memories 

I breathed deeply

In these fields of May'

~Jeffrey J. Boron~

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Oil on wood panel 9 x 12.

Your thoughts & comments would be appreciated.

Jeffrey