My Father’s Field

“This is my father's field”;

said the boy,

as we walked

through black of horses -

white of sheep;

And it seemed right

that he should be so proud

of this quiet field

which held the farm's most lovely animals.

Yet that this field

more than those other fields

which under-stretched the arch of country sky

was ruled especially by his father's will

I did not then think strange:

nor till this moment wonder why.