Monday, June 28, 2010

The little cares that fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.
The foolish fears of what may pass--
I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
Among the new-mown hay;
Among the husking of the corn
Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
Out in the fields with God.

--Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Sara said...

Wouaaahhhhh !!!

Naturedigital said...

I love the scenery and the poem Allison.
Have a Great week.

teca said...

Ah... fiquei encantada, Allison! Com o poema e as fotos!

Beijos com afeto.

Mom and Dad White said...

Love that poem Allison.