Three weeks of wind
and rain and the word
and the page and just
when all seemed black
and unjust, the sun_
Like a guest, a star
shining warm like
a promise that
won't be kept long
Weeks to go and all
words spent walking
now a luxury that
used to be a task
horses horses horses
Palomino broke free of
the fence again and
naughty but safe in
sight and protection of
Corralled comrades
munches the long grass
Blazes green in the sun
by the side of the road
and the
Ocean smells salty
and sweet and the sheep_
suspicious old women_ stare
at you and I laying sleepy
in the long grass
by the side of the road
and the
Sky goes
up and up and up
1 comment:
I love your Iceland blog. I read through the whole thing in one sitting! The pics are great!!!
Hahaha- my reviews aren't that well written, but i enjoy stating my opinions, and have no shame in bashing something...hopefully it won't ever come back to haunt me.
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