“We and the trees and the wayBack from the fields of playLasted as long as we could.No more walks in the wood.”

“We walk on frosted ground praising chrysanthemums bordering fields; sit on the edge of the woods waiting for the moon to rise. Not having to be alone is happiness; we do not talk of failure or success.”

“...we hunger for other worlds. We long to go beyond the streets we know, beyond our familiar woods and fields, and into the land of Faerie; to Middle-earth, Narnia, or Summerland; to the kingdom east of the sun and west of the moon. This longing isn’t incidental.”

“Take long walks in stormy weather or through deep snows in the fields and woods, if you would keep your spirits up. Deal with brute nature. Be cold and hungry and weary.”

“We play among dense fields of sugarcaneShaking a citrus tree to taste its rainFrom scorching sun, we always flee,Panting for an old shadowy tree”

“The fields stretch out in long unbroken rows.We walk aware of what is far and close.Here distance is familiar as a friend.The feud we kept with space comes to an end.”