Wading through a sea of barley, she takes off her shoes and feels the warm kindness of the earth beneath her feet. The rolling fields are lulled by the zizzing of indolent dragonflies, drowsy grasses dance around her bare legs.
In the distance, a man slowly walks toward her. She doesn’t know him. He approaches and instead of passing her, he stops without speaking. She looks at him curious, studies his face, his broad hands.
He asks with his eyes, “Now what?”
Reaching out, she lightly touches his face and right there in the barley, both hearts are captured.
**Gentlemen, she may be 18 or 85, it doesn’t matter. There’s no expiration date on a romantic soul. She knows you love her, but go tell her again. And speaking of barley fields, here’s one of the most beautiful love songs ever written. Click three times.
Thank you
for your lovely photo of British barley fields.
Beautiful fields ))) Song: nice melody. words...fields of barley la la la fields of barley la la la. Handsome man, mumbles to la la la. Might have to look up the lyrics.
Romantic for sure. I wouldn't even know if I was walking in a field of barley. Fantastic combination of visual art, written art, and vocal art that you put together in this one.