We, of course, were not raised inside
like blanketed colts in a barn stall
and learned instead to stand up
on uneven ground—to wear scars
that would never see a horse show.
What was it then that turned us out
to play—to explore worlds beyond
our imagination? The calling,
yes, that drew us to new places:
thickets and rivers that consoled
the wild we sensed in our blood.
We came and went as we wanted
in another time, out from underfoot,
into a dimension that stretches to heaven
riding the ridge tops with our eyes.
John, thank you for your poems. They keep me connected to a way of life that I love and admire. I appreciate you being willing to share your insights with the World.
Thanks Laurie, as always. Stay tuned: Haiku coming…