I am field.

 I thought this piece was finished but it wasn't until this morning. I often have words in my mind when I am working on a piece, sometimes I write them down in my sketchbook. I decided to be brave and write them around the field.

 I am field.
My heart is old.
I have been beneath the sea.
Seen countless trees come and go.
Weathered and witnessed seasons,
Turning,spinning, cycles of change.
 But I am unchanged.
Plough, seed and harvest.
I am field.

There were a few more lines in my poem but I made it join up - well like a cycle of seasons I guess. Beth said it is a fence of words around the field.