Open spaces

Something old.



Open sky over open fields,
closed in spaces with leafy shields.
Sparkling water running by,
yet by them all still sit and sigh.
Waving grass ripples in the breeze,
petalled flowers toss heads with ease.
Still on sun warmed banks there lie,
looking up and wondering why.
Here in in water in firm ground stand,
when there's someone to give a hand.
Never mind thoughts running high
of possible things to go awry.
When it all becomes too much to keep,
look up to the hills whence help will leap.