'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~
Oil on wood panel 9 x 12.
Your thoughts & comments would be appreciated.