She gazed from her perch on her saddle,
Over a yellow gold sea,
The wind playing games with her hair,
She sat looking wild and free.
Her eyes sparkle bright with wild pleasure,
Her lips tasting the air,
Lost in the voice of the meadow,
Feeling the breath of her mare.
Her clothes were dingy and worn,
Her hands were hardened by strife,
But her spirit shown hopeful and vibrant,
She beamed, overflowing with life.
So I watched her as if I was frozen,
Mesmerized by her sight,
Wanting to talk to this beauty,
And not have her flee out of fright.
But her horse brought her quick to attention,
And through the grass and dry brush,
Her eyes darted boldly across me,
And I felt my blood give a rush.
She flashed a fierce look of defiance,
As she beaconed me into her view,
Her childish voice sounded shaky,
And I felt my own hands shaking too.
Forward I stepped with my burdens,
Setting them down at my feet,
I'm just passing through I said shyly,
Not wanting our eyes to meet.
She searched 'til caught my demeanor,
Then she brushed back her silky dark hair,
I was skinny, and tired and weakened,
By no food, sun, and dry air.
She soften and lowered her voice,
Murmuring ,Well, there's nothing around,
I nervously shuffle my feet and nodded,
Kicking, the rocks on the ground.
Her mares hot breath drawing closer,
I saw that the girl had no shoes,
The saddle she sat on was weathered,
And her legs were all battered and bruised.....to be continued
