Thursday, August 2, 2012

I Can Hear Sting

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in the fields of gold.

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Kellie said...

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

August 2, 2012 at 6:45 PM

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