Though the sun does shine
Its warm rays upon my back
And the larks and doves
With chirping voices sing
Still, I toil in the field
A mellow, refreshing zephyr
Threatens to carry me away
On some flight of fancy
Or lull me into a gentle sleep
Still, I toil in the field
Cotton ball clouds invite me
To lay myself on the grass
To watch as they dance
Shifting their shapes
Still, I toil in the field
A nearby brook tempts me
To swim in its cool waters
Carrying away my cares
As it babbles on its way
Still, I toil in the field
Dapper-dressed rakes and
Garland-crowned girls
Call out for me to revel
Beside them in the village
Still, I toil in the field
The Summer’s Day strolls
With carelessly indolent step
As I with weary and tired legs
March off to the Moon’s respite
Tomorrow also, I shall toil in the field
The Summer’s sun is for the children
For the many frivolities of youth
Because the young have no idea
That the Winter’s wind is not so forgiving
For a shred of its mercy, I must toil in the field
Andrew is a junior in the Integrated Master’s of Accounting program from Lancaster, Pennsylvania. He is the THON Chair of the Newman Catholic Student Association and a member of the Tau Phi Delta Fraternity.