The Fields of Gold
Crops stretching across,The vast plains and countryside For miles after miles,Are the golden fields of gold.Bees buzzing amongst,The yellow flowers,Collecting the nectar as they goPollinating the oilseed rape On the wing all over the countryside.Ears of golden wheat,Moving gently in the soft breezeWaiting to be harvested,To be ground into soft flourReady to be made into fresh bread.Barley ears with their little hairs,Bein...
