Into the bright field I walk
The sun is warm on my hands as I brush the wheat.
I have to pause and kneel
Your warmth radiates across the field to me.
I close my eyes and breathe out
The burdens I carry ease with your attention.
I know it is in my mind but it doesn't matter
The feeling is the same, even if it is a dream.
Reflections Of Field and Farm
by Sav Fist
Page 17 from a series of 21 poems
Attribution: Sav Fist
Age Estimate: 3yrs ago
Background: Sav Fist is a talented musician that caught the attention of the Council of Etonia. She had come to the city with her family nearly 10 years ago. When she ventured out on her own she toured the villages of the forest. Upon her return she had many ballads of the forest and farms of the region. She was a popular act at many of the taverns. She works now as an aide to the Council and is in charge of the heralds and town criers.