ABSTRACT
The farmer is no less appreciative of natural beauty than his city cousin. Skylarks are common in the fields, and I have often seen farmers pausing in their work to watch and listen as one of these song birds goes soaring up into the blue. A lark starts to sing as it begins the ascent, keeping up the song until the human eye can hardly follow its flight overhead. When the bird reaches the top of its flight the song is ended, and it begins a series of quiet glides downward, landing at some distance from the starting point. Japanese poets have often been inspired to sing of the skylark:
t( H ara naka ya Mono nimo tsuktZSu N aku Itibari."
