Dancing in the Fields of Glee
By: Ethan H. Reynolds
What joy it is
To prance in the warm rays
Of the kind sun
And dance with the sea of wheat
Softly swaying in the cool breeze.
I move my calloused feet
Along the fertile earth below
To rhythms my mother sung.
She now smiles from the clouds
Proud of the many things I’ve done.
After I am finished with my day
I will make a beautiful bonfire
And sing lovely melodies
To the great night sky above.
I will then yawn and stretch
Until my heavy eyes
Prolong my stay
In the fields
Of Glee.
The Lorus Atlas 