echoes resound in the moving dapple,
tis here she comes to drink of sincerity
here among the horses and the rusty colts
with their timeless wild flared breath
resonating sweet airs of freedom.
Eternity has gone away to the city
now her daisy chains wilt in the sun,
grace settles upon the fresh treetops
as she sits amid bluebells chiming.
shalome � 2004