The shadow of you
fixing your lunch
and all the morning ritual
As it was reflected
on the sun dappled window
shifting with the breezes
as they tickle the leaves
That shadow looked just like squirrel
wiggling his spunky tail
and standing on tippy toe
on the top board of the fence
Until I noticed the striped shirt…
In the company of horses
we can ride the plains of love
Seeking the one enthralling vista
where misted mountains
hug chilled and pristine lakes
Or on mundane Mondays
we can ride the dusty trail
past the old abandoned well
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On a steed of strength and power
allowing free rein
we can experience the wildness
as we can gallop through unknown terrain
On the edge of the wilderness
at the end of the road
where the creek burbles sweetly
and the bear occassions by
We gather our water
rinse the dust from our faces
nap on a rock in the sun
while new leaves and old needles
dapple the light around us
Light breezes ruffle red dirt
lizards wake and scramble
and birds sing to us all the while
Stepping out of the dark wood
where dappled fronds hide
tucked away between falls and rock
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Stepping into meadow rich
green and flowers
butterflies and birds
A gurgling stream somewhere
near the pond with sunning rock
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Thus, begins an inner journey…
In the old shack, a lean-to, really
life was a new adventure
We raked the packed dirt floors
to clean up what the dog or squirrels didn’t eat
And ventured out on the darkest nights
to find the outhouse built of used doors
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Relatively quiet, except for
the singing pines
UNTIL
The day Mom told the
watching-patiently-with-intense-desire dog
“Get him!”
And, thus began the frantic days
the Year of the Squirrel wars…
