Fields of yellow ochre

by Jem Croucher


In fields of yellow ochre
wandering, carefree as a cloud
drifting on a summer breeze
I felt a richness here endowed
The chalky soil beneath my feet
hard packed by days of sun
and through the haze the shine of sea
on this day that’d just begun

Life here has just awoken
high on the Sussex Weald
exuding beauty all around
as wonder is revealed
And accompanied by jasmine
fragrant in the air
a prayer of thanks I whispered
for the joy of being there

Photo – Jempics

4 Comments to “Fields of yellow ochre”

  1. Wonderful, not only can I picture it, I can smell the scent in the air! πŸ™‚

  2. We all look over the beauty around us. Our minds are locked into paying homage to the local landlord and king. Living should include the time to enjoy those things that we used to be why we worked so hard for it. Thanks for bringing it up. We should be smelling the roses.

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