A FEW PRECIOUS MOMENTS

["Tracey" <tracey@tbt.co.za>]

Carla's beautiful email got me thinking, and I remembered this poem, by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, which I thought apropos.  Enjoy:

 

 

The little cares that fretted me,
   I lost them yesterday
Among the fields above the sea,
   Among the winds at play ;
Among the lowing of the herds,
   The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
   The humming of the bees,

The foolish fears of what may pass,
   I cast them all away
Among the clover-scented grass,
   Among the new mown hay ;
Among the hushing of the corn
   Where drowsy poppies nod,
Where ill thoughts die and good are born,
   Out in the fields with God.

 

 

"Out in the Fields of God".

 

 

Not endurance related, but definitely a life lesson, and bound to make you itchy to ride.

 

 

Tracey