Ripe fields of corn where poppies grow
From seeds the farmer did not sow
Each year they come and seem to know
The time is right to give their show
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I remember chasing the field mice through the corn sheaves when I was a child. Lovely country feel to this one. Took me back.
Love and hugs Ernestine XXX
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I remember chasing the field mice through the corn sheaves when I was a child. Lovely country feel to this one. Took me back. Love and hugs Ernestine XXX