Moment in a Summer Field

Moment In A Summer Field

By

Richard Vance


Upon a hill I sit and gaze,
I see the golden hue of morning sun
Reflecting off a gently swaying field of grass.
The summer breezes warm my face.
They tickle me and sooth my soul,
And I just smile at the wonder of it all.

A robin hops from branch to branch,
His morning songs rehearsed.
Suddenly, a patch of brown I glimpse,
A solitary woodchuck darts and dashes
Here and there, so wild and so free,
Without a care at all, to who may see.

The meadow’s flowers in full bloom,
That paint a picture on the hillside’s canvas page,
Perhaps it's nature's way to decorate the scene,
and all at once, a brightly colored Butterfly alights,
Motionless upon my arm, the messages arrive so clear,
All Thoughts I hear, are handed off from God to me.

I give thanks for all I am, for all I see,
I'm so lucky just to be alive and free.