something_s we make

These Fields

What would these fields be

without the earth below them

and the skies so high above,

with the path as their faithful companion

and these wise, old summer trees?

Would these fields still tell their stories

if the winds weren’t whispering along,

and would they give us food

if we didn’t ever come by? IMG_7502

What would they mean to me, these fields,

in their soft and tender sway

if I’d never trod their ways

with you here by my side?

About Marie-Sophie Guntram

Marie-Sophie is a language lover at heart and a linguist by training. She's currently seeking to make a living and, more importantly, a life.

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This entry was posted on June 25, 2015 by in writing some poetry.