The golden barley fields in the sunlight were glowing,
Nearby the narrow wet river flowing.
The twining waters of the blue rapid river,
Were gushing along endlessly forever.
The disused windmill was far away,
Cast aside from wildlife which were enraptured in play,
In the green hilly slopes around,
The dew on the grass had fallen on the ground,
The barley fields were aligned in an array,
Tossing and turning in this warm humid day.
The countryside building was distant at a glance,
It was ancient, dilapidated, away from the dance
Of rich, golden wheatfields that swayed away,
Enjoying the sunlight in a happy way.

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