i wandered through the barley so beautiful and gold
so wonderful to touch so wonderful to hold
underneath the sun growing oh so high
standing very upright reaching for the sky
. growing very free growing in the wild
looking very lovely so gentle meek and mild
. such a lovely site and growing oh so tall
the day i walked through barley is a day i will recall.
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jim56 (
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This is reminiscent of sting's fields of gold. A lovely write Jim
i got the idea from that song
well spotted thanks for always lovely comments
means a lot jim
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