The Valley of Bones - Chitake Springs

Lives passing by like a mirage Stick images move through haze The view is hard on your gaze Footprints embedded in the ground Echoes of the a time when life had a sound Rolling in on hooves like thunder Water draws the wildlife, like flies to a corpse in this valley of dry bones. Chitake Springs, land of valleys, ridges, ravens, and dust. Baobabs, sunsets, and elephant bulls in must. Feelings come in with rain and are blown away with the wind. Water draws life to its brim. Life without it is pretty grim. The river creates curved contours in the land Painted in browns, yellows, and muddy blues in the sand. Its colors melt together, soothing, and brewing. Windy days and water bubbling deep down in the belly of the earth. As the heat sets in and the dust clouds grow. The conflict of the titans comes to blows. Brought with tension and strife, Like distance thunder and rumbles, tell of animals in strength of numbers. As buffalo climb clumsily down the cliffs and valleys into the watery grave, Eyes of predators peer from the bush as their prey Strides to the sweet cool relief of the water Little do they know that they are like sheep heading for the slaughter As the heads of weary animals go down to drink, tough though their determination be to savor every drop. A presence they can’t escape is luring Nerves on edge and fear brewing The paws of death stalk with lighting precision Until the animals are in clear vision With an almighty dash of speed the chase is on The game of life and death has just begun Chitake Springs, drama is never far Spoken of with a breath of excitement and terror No one is ever quite sure of what to expect Life is a balance of chance; this is the secret that is well kept