The phrase "fields of hay" is correct and usable in written English.
You can use it to describe large agricultural areas, such as "They drove past the endless fields of hay, their horses straining against the axle of the hay wagon."
The town is mostly rural, with fields of hay and cattle in every direction.
I clearly remember the road weaving past fields of hay and cattle.
Small communities rise up and quickly give way to billboards and neat fields of hay and grain.
Goethe, or his coachman, had the good taste to pick a route that twists through one of the prettiest corners of Bavaria, a rural landscape of onion-dome churches and undulating fields of hay set against a backdrop of sheer mountain faces; the limestone precipices drop to the edges of two lovely lakes, the Kochelsee and Walchensee, which are a favorite of German holidaymakers.
My favourites are his wonderfully spooky scenes of fields of hay drying on poles – filtered through the fertile imagination of a child who imagines them as looking just a little bit more like shadowy figures than they would in real life.
But at 54 years old, I find myself happily riding my Moots titanium mountain bike backward into another time with newly-found joy, flying through fertile and fragrant fields of hay, noticeably timothy here in these Somerset Hills, furtively cruising along the edges of horse trails and fox-hunting coverts, only to suddenly cut unobserved onto a deer path on my way to the stream.
In Pierre Wargnye's expert hands, Le De — the name comes from the particule in "Hubert de Givenchy' moves into a golden sunlight, pouring over a field of hay in early fall.
Turning his back on London and on fashion, Hyatt produced distinctive, richly coloured paintings occasioned by events that he called "meetings on the moor" – the movement of a distant figure through a bright field of hay or the sudden appearance of a kestrel against the sunset.
We passed a sizable field of hay which was being harvested by a woman with a long wooden rake, drove through a checkpoint manned by West Berlin police, and parked about twenty feet from the East German border, which was marked by a white line painted across the street.
When the sky lightened, we stopped in a rough limestone lane, amid walled fields of golden hay, and listened for gunshots.
I passed fields of potatoes, hay and broccoli, and in a ditch near a lot filled with construction equipment, a model of Ceres that represented the asteroid belt.
