Life is a barren field frozen with snow.
We should see nothing but barren fields, overrun with weeds and biers;
When our feet woke up the barren fields, the fields seemed no longer deserted.
We should see nothing but barren fields, overrun with weeds and biers; and the farmer would feel that a winter of want and distress is before him.
As the platoon looped back to base, an alert Marine noticed a stretch of orange kite-string hidden in the furrows of a barren field.
For if dreams go. Life is a barren field. Frozen with snow.