YELLOW SUMMER FIELDS
The fields of shiny, yellow gold,
Too young to be; too old to see.
When you notice the beauty, behold:
the fields are algow just for me.I would live to lie among them,
Under the cool breeze and the sunshine.
It would be like one big, beautiful gem.
I would like all yellow fields to be mine.The glare of the hot sun turns them bright,
and the yellow fields of gold await,
the fireflies and coolness of night,
until it starts to get really late.Every little piece of gold,
is sprinkled with a drop of dew.
There are people that have been told,
that every field is born anew.
© Tiffany Nadon Horse Hill School Grade 9