Enough

[JohnS]

When I was a boy
On our farm in Kentucky
I would lay on my back in a field
Of tall, golden broomsedge,
Hidden from all the world
Beneath a yellow sun and azure sky
Surrounded by warm golden light,
With puffs of cloud floating by,
A redtail hawk soaring,
Whistling,
Owning the sky.
It was enough.
It was enough.

I haven't yet acquired the necessary knowledge to provide a critique at this level, but I want to say I enjoyed the poem very much for its sparsity and its conversational language.
I would say the poem would be slightly improved by the deletion of the "yellow" and the two "goldens", I think they detract rather than add to the imagery. I also might not repeat the last line - one was enough. But, what do I know?
Thanks, enjoyed it.