Poppies in the field. Poppies here and near. They are far away and close to stay. Oh, how I love to see the poppies in the field and see the tree swing like they want to play in the air. Sitting on my deck chair watching the black bears and white hares running through the fields without despair. Oh, how i love to see the poppies fields and forebear thoughts that I bear from yesterday and declare the state of being aware whilst seating in this armchair.