Out in the fields

By Submitted by Mary Bailey

The little cares that fretted me,

I lost them yesterday

Among the fields above the sea.

Among the winds that play,

Among the lowing of the herds,

The rustling of the trees,

Along the singing of the birds

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 hushing of the corn

Where drowsy poppies nod,

Where ill thoughts die and good are born,

Out in the fields with God.