At dusk
few miles away
swaying her hands
in the fields of barley
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It has a bit of Wordsworthian touch, a musical melody in words with melting sounds...someting like: BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently pass!
beautiful...................very well penned! ! 10! !