Fields Of Gold
I love to travel
Country roads.
Past rushing streams.
Past fields of gold.
Past ripened corn
And bales of hay.
Past working windmills
On autumn days.
Past weathered barns
And cattle grazing.
Past God's creations,
Quite amazing.
Past fields of wheat
Harvest time unfolds.
I love to travel
Country roads.
Mixed bag
Fields Of Gold
By Mariannajo
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