Sunflowers

Sunflowers 

by Robert Neest

The yellow field is spreading all around, 

Each flower, tall and strong, is looking up 

In search of light and shiny sun all day 

And resting during night until the dawn. 

It covered all the sight and reached the sky 

In distant place as far as we can see 

Where blue is stained by white and rounded clouds 

Below a giant, hot and shiny sun. 

A country road is entering the field 

And winding through the sea of golden heads, 

The men and cattle traces go along 

And vanish in the grass that tracks the way. 

A noise is heard and suddenly it starts, 

A flock of birds is covering the sky, 

Of different colours, sizes fly apart 

Few here, few there and almost everywhere.