Winds billow and gust through untamed hair,
as the horseback journey continues over hills
through valleys and across streams.
Four legged mammals trod on by,
pausing to quench their thirst,
before continuing on a steady pace,
whilst fishermen attempt to catch breakfast
in a dance of chance and skill.
Trees and flowers grow and bloom
in an array of colour,
oblivious to the presence of man.
Colonies of fluff leap across the morning sky,
a light burden of life within,
as the sun steps ever closer into view.
Butterflies flap their wings over lush pastures
in search of sweet life.
Blossoms unfurl into unnoticed beauty.
The mountains triumphantly dwarf
gigantic,
mighty,
man.
Finches chirp around their nests-
practically positioned in the tall reeds.
Time, the chronology of old,
seeping back into the past night,
plays no part as the warmth of the sun
battles the chill on their backs.
Great wingspans soar effortlessly
and circle high upon the thermals.
Eyes bright with appreciation
stare contently into the vast, open world above.
Travelling strangers cross the green flats of the north
on well-known paths that lead from cosy homes.
The rhythmic beat of the horses’ hooves on rock and soil
beckons one back to the present
and the purpose within...
G. Hermens, 01-12-2007©
as the horseback journey continues over hills
through valleys and across streams.
Four legged mammals trod on by,
pausing to quench their thirst,
before continuing on a steady pace,
whilst fishermen attempt to catch breakfast
in a dance of chance and skill.
Trees and flowers grow and bloom
in an array of colour,
oblivious to the presence of man.
Colonies of fluff leap across the morning sky,
a light burden of life within,
as the sun steps ever closer into view.
Butterflies flap their wings over lush pastures
in search of sweet life.
Blossoms unfurl into unnoticed beauty.
The mountains triumphantly dwarf
gigantic,
mighty,
man.
Finches chirp around their nests-
practically positioned in the tall reeds.
Time, the chronology of old,
seeping back into the past night,
plays no part as the warmth of the sun
battles the chill on their backs.
Great wingspans soar effortlessly
and circle high upon the thermals.
Eyes bright with appreciation
stare contently into the vast, open world above.
Travelling strangers cross the green flats of the north
on well-known paths that lead from cosy homes.
The rhythmic beat of the horses’ hooves on rock and soil
beckons one back to the present
and the purpose within...
G. Hermens, 01-12-2007©
