There is a Field Under the Sun

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There is a Field Under the Sun

There is a field under the sun

Where a day's work is done

In ancient rhythms of soil,

Where sunset ends the day of toil

And one man against the sky

Bids the evening sun good-bye.

~ Margaret Wise Brown

I'll be spending the day on my uncle's farm in north central Illinois, where he has worked and lived all of his life.  (My grandfather purchased the land as a young man and farmed it until he retired and my uncle took over.)  Me, I'm not a farmer, but I still have that love of the soil in my blood, and this poem speaks to me....