The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
No map to help us find the tranquil flat lands, clearings calm, fields without mean fences. Rolling down the other side of… — Rod McKuen Copy Share Image
The moon is at her full, and riding high, Floods the calm fields with light. The airs that hover in the summer… — William C. Bryant Copy Share Image
