Across a Field of Clover Running

Across a Field of Clover Running

Across a field of clover running,

Through the dew-wet sward I go,

Laws of earth and heaven shunning,

Through the streams of sunshine flow.

Bees on nectarous blossoms dancing,

Butterflies upon the wing,

Witness all my aimless prancing,

Hear the joyful song I sing.

Out across the emerald ceiling,

Soaring out across the green,

Like a swooping swallow feeling

Light as I have ever been,

Above a glorious clover field,

I move between the earth and sky.

To no element will I yield.

Listen to my exuberant cry.

~ Daniel F Mitchell

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