Her Eyes.Green, unflinching, seeing all,Watching, waiting, knowing, Sees him riding, standing tall, Looking where he's going. Silhouetted on the plains, Guarding well with lances. Does he know she guards him, too, With her heart and glances? Watching, waiting, proud of him, Now the night is falling, As the moons salute and dim, Far off, beasts are calling. Now she looks less far away, As he rides in nearer, Almost done, another day, She can see him clearer. In he rides with dusty face, Day spent with his brothers, Proud to see him, ride with grace, Like a thousand Mothers! |