This Land -- MUSE MONGERS READ OF THE DAY

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time ]

Subject: This Land

Author:
Ian Bowen (November 25th, 2007 selected by Paul)

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 21:05:59 11/25/07 Sun

.

This land,
this single path
that cuts
the distance between
village and forest,
following the course
of ancient hedges;
dividing harvest meadows
into quilted pattern.

Giant hills look down,
on their own shadows;
steered by the position
of a new, drying sun
as the white noise of silence
crackles with still life.

The fiery skin
of sun on corn
bakes in burnished wonder;
blinding this euphoric walker
in summer vaults of gold.

Only I move now,
alone in this land;
strolling, almost floating
above green, gold
and carpets
of white, wild daisies.

I thought I heard
a pin drop,
before an early tractor
rumbled into life,
far off in the stress
of the commercial distance,
returning me
tumbling,
tumbling
back down to earth.

.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]