Tule Valley
In Tule Valley, hooves strike the sagebrush-speckled desert floor,
it is there between the rippling mountains that stocky legs push off
the ground, and take to a gallop;
A momentum so palpable it resonates with each strike of the earth,
in this valley where dusting light rain falls across the mountaintops.
They gallop with volition and stamina,
here where sunlight blasts the parched grounds, and tufts of rice grass sway,
in the hot breeze.
It is a place devoid of human residents, a place where wild horses run
and rabbits leave their tracks in the rippled sand.
It is a part of the world where the stars at night sparkle
with marvelous intensity, a place where one can lay on the sand
look up at the sky and almost see eternity...
Copyright © Mystic Rose Rose | Year Posted 2024
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