A poem by Isabelle Sorrells
To be surrounded by green pastures
And rolling hills like the sea
Stretching far and wide
And disappearing within the trees.
I desire this forgotten land
Hidden away and untouched by man.
Such is a place of history, shared with lucky few.
A field so open and bare
With nothing of industry to show but its own breeze and green.
I want this peaceful lonesome
If only for a little while,
Though I’ve yet to find such a thing.