In Local Fields.      A Rondeau.

In local fields, the farmer grows

Potato’s neatly all in rows.

High above the seagulls fly

Bright blue and white clouds in the sky.

The mature trees planted years ago.

The sun is high, a bright glow

During the heat, rabbits lie

In local fields.

The red fox is the rabbits' foe

Mid-day sun’s bright light throws

It’s rays, making spirits high.

Fox catches rabbit unawares, dies.

Crops warmed by sun, being to grow

In local fields.