A Field of Rye
The sun sets low in an autumn sky
Casting shadows on a field of rye,
Summer is gone and winter’s nigh,
And memories fade of years gone by,
Gentle fields once tilled with care
Long abandoned now lay bare,
Time has passed with measured haste,
And an empty sadness fills this space.
Youthful smiles of careless ways
Brought fun and laughter in brilliant days.
Young lad, brave and strong
Who struggled so hard to belong,
Your sunlit fields now abound
With rocky places to still be found.
A soft warm wind lifts you high
Amongst the heavens where you fly.
Watch over us my shining star,
For you and I are never far.
Paul Delgado
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