C Maree Sura
THE LAST THING I SEE
Farewell to the Mountains that bore me farewell to the scurrying clouds.
Farewell to my old friends I ran with and my beautiful, beautiful herd.
How well I remember the first time I raced upon the Plains.I tumbled, I rolled, but got up again, for the sheer pleasure of racing the wind,for I was a carefree young colt.
Memories of blue skies and scattered clouds of yellow flowers, I sniffed as I played.
Kicking up my heels and bucking, pretending I was already grown and a leader of a herd.
Now I am grown: I’m a Stallion proud and a leader of a herd.
But we have been scattered like leaves before the wind to who knows where we have gone.
Too where am I going, where am I being taken?
Where are my mares and my little ones as well?
My life is so broken, my heart too.
Do you honestly believe that I have no sense, no feelings?
That I can’t smell death behind that door?
I shall hold onto the vision of the mountains where I came from, of the beautiful blue sky and scattered clouds.
And my beautiful, beautiful herd.
Photo credit: Jess Wolfe