My sweet grass people
I looked back to say my last goodbyes. My eyes scrolled across the scene, deep, green grass to the highest peak of a snowy mountain tip. I knew when I maintained my eyes to the distance of the mountain, I would not be able to truly say my goodbyes. No peaceable farewell would happen.
I knew then my life would be only an adventure. Today the beginning was about to transpire.
My eyes scanned over the darkening sky. I understood that my leaving today, would only be for a short excursion. That before I knew it, I would be back here.
My place was here. Here amongst the beautiful wilderness and demanding blue skies. Yet so many were pushing me away. Everyone was tossing me aside, begging me to leave. The urgency was heard yet not understood.
I take the reins my Silver. Coercing my girl to walk with me. Yet her stride ever so gentle. I lift my eyes and my hands to stroke her, calming her to understand I was not angry with her stride. Oh this takes me back to when I was young and chose Silver. So lightly white gray, my mare. She found me not me choosing her. She was such a beauty, once. Yet today, Silver noticed the tension in the air. She looked as exhausted as I was nervous.
Still I notice how much taller I stand, walk when I have her next to me. I lean my head into her bare back, my tears of frustration and concern land dirty trails against her snowy fur. Yet no one else saw anything but the stiffness in my back.
This is how I knew, looking across the grand expansion of greenery I called home, I would one day be back. Hoping up to land upon Silver's back, I swing her around one last time. Inhaling this familiar scent from the sweet grass and people I knew.
My promise I whispered into the air. The eagles soar above me.
I was not lost, forever, from my people. Just frozen in a time, a fading memory echoing in the minds of my tribe.
I still cling to my promise. Still it holds deep inside my heart.
One day, I will find them again. Until then I am searching.
I knew then my life would be only an adventure. Today the beginning was about to transpire.
My eyes scanned over the darkening sky. I understood that my leaving today, would only be for a short excursion. That before I knew it, I would be back here.
My place was here. Here amongst the beautiful wilderness and demanding blue skies. Yet so many were pushing me away. Everyone was tossing me aside, begging me to leave. The urgency was heard yet not understood.
I take the reins my Silver. Coercing my girl to walk with me. Yet her stride ever so gentle. I lift my eyes and my hands to stroke her, calming her to understand I was not angry with her stride. Oh this takes me back to when I was young and chose Silver. So lightly white gray, my mare. She found me not me choosing her. She was such a beauty, once. Yet today, Silver noticed the tension in the air. She looked as exhausted as I was nervous.
Still I notice how much taller I stand, walk when I have her next to me. I lean my head into her bare back, my tears of frustration and concern land dirty trails against her snowy fur. Yet no one else saw anything but the stiffness in my back.
This is how I knew, looking across the grand expansion of greenery I called home, I would one day be back. Hoping up to land upon Silver's back, I swing her around one last time. Inhaling this familiar scent from the sweet grass and people I knew.
My promise I whispered into the air. The eagles soar above me.
I was not lost, forever, from my people. Just frozen in a time, a fading memory echoing in the minds of my tribe.
I still cling to my promise. Still it holds deep inside my heart.
One day, I will find them again. Until then I am searching.
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