One day we’ll go back
Solemnly, to
Our sanctuary of safety,of scenery.
Brown earthen grounds
instilled in memories,
To delight one’s soul
To see it’s toll (and role) in
Fine shape and tuning.

Beastly beaded eyes
Stared in turns,
Craning,gawking,
Talking and missing it.
Ever prevalent a fear
To not see what is
Meant to be held dear.

In lue of lamentation,
Fresh breezing air
Clear the paths to ponder.
I wonder if the great cleaner
Shall strike me Too
And assault my mind.
As I’m Blind to the
Degrading he cautiously
Chips,chips,chips to dip
His blade into skulls
And dull the minds of
Artfulness( to mindfulness).

To stand a statue and
Soak it in when you hear
Enchanted brown earthen
sounds seep softly in your head
,Of trudged hoofs
Aloof to its own majesty.

Imagine me after,
In a years of tens
An aged lens but
Renewed to a vigor
From blazing saddles
Dappled in with a dazzle to awe off
Grayness in their greatness.

Green grass freshly grazed
Secretes scented
Smells
To tell of its enamors-untamed,
Un-reframed from it am I-
Forged to a bond
Unbreakably sweet.