PICTURE POEMS

Where Have All The Fields Gone.

Where have all the fields gone
Where the cattle grassed till dawn
And wains were free to roam.
In meadows near their home.
To run about
and shout as wains
Making buttercups and daisy chains.

Why oh, why
Do we live in houses in the sky
Where people call them home
where there are children vast
Near no meadows and long grass
To make buttercups and daisy chains.



Mary Ann MCPhedran}