Out In The Fields

Some days, you just need a little tranquility, you know?  And boy, has this been one of those days.   Which is why I thought I would share the following poem with all of you. This poem always makes me feel calmer. I think it has something to do with the rhythm of the words, the cadence, what they are saying.  When I read it, I can almost smell the fresh air, feel the sun on my face, and I find myself…settling. It almost always helps me back to my center. And after a day like today, it’s just what the doctor ordered.  Enjoy!


Out In The Fields
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


The little cares which fretted me,
I lost them yesterday
Among the fields, above the sea,
Among the winds at play;
Among the lowing of the herds,
The rustling of the trees,
Among the singing of the birds,
The humming of the bees.

The foolish fears of what may come,
I cast them all away
Among the clover scented grass,
Among the new mown hay;
Among the hushing of the corn,
Where drowsing poppies nod,
Ill thoughts can die, and good be born,
Out in the fields of God.



  1. Beautiful! Thanks so much for sharing this post. Hope today was a better day!

    • Betsy Horvath says

      Thank you, Lynda! It WAS a better day – mostly because it was Thursday, and one step closer to Friday. 🙂

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