World So Fair

World So Fair

A Poem by Lady Wolf

Sitting in the shade

beneath this apple tree

tessellated sunshine

beaming through the leaves

Ground beneath me trembles

as they pass close by

hoofbeats whisper through the grass

I hear contented sighs

Breath so warm upon my cheek

muzzle soft as air

JOY this is not fantasy

in this world so fair

Crickets play their leg-o-lins

cicadas whine and buzz

swallows swish-swoop through the air

empty space where bug just was

Little bad can reach me here

the real world falls away

in this special world I touch

and visit every day

Cobweb tickle of a breeze

smell of peace upon the air

musk and hay and leaves and grass

scent this world so fair

There is no destination

you cannot set a course

this is the special world you touch

when loved by a horse.

9/22/10

© 2010 Lady Wolf


Author's Note

Lady Wolf
Wrote this while sitting under an apple tree while my horses grazed the grass around me. I stumble over some of the wording and will probably re-work this later.

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That is a really beautiful piece. I was imagining everything you were describing and only the best poem can do that.

Posted 14 Years Ago


Mum this is absolutely amazing! I can see myself there with you. Oh wait I've been there and see it first hand...maybe not under the apple tree by I know the feeling!

Krystina :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wonderful, I could feel and see the moment as if I were the one beneath that tree.

Posted 14 Years Ago


When I am in nature the world does fall away! I had the opportunity to grow up in such surroundings some of my neighbors had horses and nothing but meadows and forest for miles around thanks for the memories!

Posted 14 Years Ago


Beautiful and wonderful. Great job! :)

Posted 14 Years Ago



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