In farmers’ fields the lovers go,
Sneak, hand in hand, where crops do grow,
Take off their clothes; together lie,
To kiss and touch beneath the sky,
Their bodies warm in summer’s glow
And if the chill North wind should blow,
They’ll shelter ‘neath the tall hedgerow,
To live and love and laugh and sigh,
In farmers’ fields.
Some lovers come and some may go,
Into the fields where crops do grow,
But if the farmer they should spy,
They’ll have to run: clothes all awry,
Before there’s time their seed to sow,
In farmers’ fields.
© Graeme Williams 2012
A Rondeau which is based on that famous piece by John McCrae called In Flander's Fields. No disrespect is intended to the original author, or indeed, to the memory of those who died during the First World War. Photograph taken from Secret Tenerife's photostream on flickr and used under the creative commons licence.
