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Only a Field in Kincaple, Only a Field in Fife ©

Robbie Kennedy Bennett
Wolverhampton, England
2006

I watch the wave of trees,
Then I turn to face the North Sea breeze.
From a resting place of a perimeter wall,
The rolling land to the sea does fall.
I stand and listen to nothing,
I listen to nothing at all.
The view I see impresses me,
Down to the Eden Estuary.
This scene does help me to unwind,
From the hustle and bustle of the daily grind.
The rolling land to the sea does fall,
I stand and listen to nothing,
I listen to nothing at all.
Only a field in Kincaple,
Only a field in Fife.
A wee short break away from the norm,
To ease the pressure of life.

In the dead of night,
I watch the lights of distant cars,
Drive on out of sight.
Up the lane towards Strathkinness,
Over the brow of the hill.
In the dead of night,
It's peaceful, quiet and still.

In the early morn,
The air is fresh a new day is born.
Up the lane towards Strathkinness,
I'm on that brow of the hill.
The sky this day is cloudy grey,
The atmosphere is still.
From a resting place of a perimeter wall,
The rolling land to the sea does fall.
I stand and listen to nothing,
I listen to nothing at all.
The view I see impresses me,
Down to the Eden Estuary.
I see afar a farmer's field,
The growth of crop that it will yield.
Only a field in Kincaple,
Only a field in Fife.
A wee short break away from the norm,
To ease the pressure of life.



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