You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we walk in fields of gold

So she took her love
For to gaze a while
Upon the fields of barley
In his arms she fell as her hair came down
Among the fields of gold

Will you stay with me?
Will you be my love?
Upon the fields of barley
We'll forget the sun in his jealous sky
As we lie in fields of gold

See the west wind move like a lover so
Upon the fields of barley
Feel her body rise when you kiss her mouth
Among the fields of gold

I never made promises lightly
And there have been some that I've broken
But I swear in the days still left
We'll walk in fields of gold
We'll walk in fields of gold

Many years have passed since those summer days
Among the fields of barley
See the children run as the sun goes down
Among the fields of gold

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley
You can tell the sun in his jealous sky
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold
When we walked in fields of gold

The Light of Learning

Books are keys that open doors,

To distant lands and unseen shores.

They teach us lessons, old and new,

And help us see the world more true.

A curious mind will always grow,

Like seeds that bloom when waters flow.

Each question asked, each fact we learn,

Becomes a flame that brightly burns.

The sun may set, the day may end,

But knowledge stays, a faithful friend.

It guides our steps through joy and strife,

And adds great meaning to our life.

So read, explore, and never cease,

To seek the wisdom that brings peace.

For those who learn and dare to dream,

Can shape the future and make it gleam.

— Goodness 🌹📚

QUIET RELIANCE POEM

In the quiet hush where dawnlight glows,

I lay my thoughts where stillness grows.

Among the leaves my longings fall,

A silent wish, the softest call.

https://emeraldbookclub.org/2026/06/15/quiet-reliance-poem/

WHISPERS OF THE QUIET GROVE

Beneath the hush of softened skies, Where gentle leaves in silence rise, A heart once torn by storm and grief, Now finds in stillness, sweet relief.

The winds once howled with cruel disdain, Each whisper laced with ghost of pain, Yet through the thorns, a light did grow— A bond that roots where kindness flows.

No trumpet call, no grand parade, Just hands that reached and fears that stayed. In loyalty, their warmth was sown, And from despair, new hope was grown.

Now side by side, through calm or storm, Their hearts entwined in steadfast form. The grove they built from scars and grace— A sacred, ever-blooming place.

A lone bird cuts the morning gray,

Carrying thoughts I couldn’t say.

The trees stand still, the world slows down,

Peace wears a soft and gentle crown.

The air hums low, the sky turns wide,

Dreams unfold where fears once hide.

In quiet flight, the soul feels known,

Finding calm it calls its own.

A HOME CALLED LOVE POEM

You are the morning that never tires of greeting me, bringing warmth even though the rain lingers.

In your eyes,I learned the meaning of home,that loveisn't just a word,but a home.A Home Called Love

/https://emeraldbookclub.org/2026/05/11/a-home-called-love-poem/

I'm looking at the starlit sky,
I'm looking at the timeless heavenly plough land,
Along which the Father sows the seed of eternal light.
I'm looking at the falling star,
Mercifully weaving the magic light
Above the lonely dreamer on his path of dreams -
Let us hurry, not for our sake, not for lost dreams,
But for the future -
I'm looking at the drop of rain on the wild rose's petal
Early in the morning,
How it trembles in its purity and nakedness,
Like an angelic clear tear on the face of an abandoned woman;
I'm looking at the rose in early bloom
Waking and offering itself to the brand new day
Like a woman to her beloved -
Once you shall return and wipe away the tears
We kissed and smelled under the Northern Star's light together -
I am humbly looking at the sun as if it was a heavenly blacksmith,
Welding harmony within human souls.
I am looking at the centennial oak,
As if it was an eternally young pharmacist,
Offering its healthy medicine for free.
I'm looking at the tree's straight posture,
Drowning its young branches
In the embrace of the sun's golden light,
While the wind is brotherly fondling its wrinkled face,
Whispering on about its thousand years of loneliness and loving -
Don't be afraid to fall in love, love is the seed of new life -
I'm looking at the man who doesn't hear
Nor understand what nature is trying to tell him.

a Poem about rejection