Robert E. Robinson's 'Fields of Gold' – A Nostalgic Journey Through Memory 🌾

Into the fields of yesterday I returned. <br /> My poverty-stricken memory made me yearn, <br /> Amid all the old dusty shadows I churn, <br /> To disern, recollect and once again relearn. <br /> I anxiously leaped into the harsh dark, <br /> and a warm, gentle touch took me by the hand, <br /> And led me into the mind's secret treasures, <br /> Where all of the suppressed carks of life still stand. <br /> As I entered through artery's corridore, <br /> And I stood in front of memory's antique door, <br /> I swung hard and wide the old sinewed portal, <br /> And again saw what I once had saw before. <br /> Stretched out as far as the human eye could see, <br /> Fields and fields of life's living golden meadows, <br /> Flowing out like a radiant golden sea, <br /> All of life's providence foreknown and forseen. <br /> My determined human bark set sail again, <br /> On life's living golden plan of treasured lore, <br /> I partook of learning, and joy in marriage, <br /> Abundance of heaven's tranquil peace, and more.<br /><br />Robert E. Robinson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fields-of-gold/