Field of Dreams

High on a hill
In rolling fields of green,
I’m lost in this moment-
Lost in a dream.

Afternoon sun
Dressed the valley below,
The quiet revealing
A wondrous show.

Songbirds singing
Beneath a summer sky
In meadows of clover
Pleases the eye.

In the distance-
A squall line made its way
Along great mountain peaks
Darkened with grey.

Passing this way
When I was a young boy,
Walking next to my dad
Brought me great joy.

Time slips away
In a blink so it seems-
I’m still finding joy in
My field of dreams.