did I walk in the dawn of the shadows sky?
Head swaying in the breeze as the winds sketch
Feet sinking deep, home in the soil.
and lines change each second as my mind races
Walking into the next scene,
Embellishing her colours thick into my eyes.
bump vividly into the background,
The rivers run down the paper, chasing the babbling
brooks to the streams.
The trees stand tall, painting life, watching
as the Earth collides with the Sky.
The oceans of thought trickle over each vision
my mind creates,
Dancing on the shore under the moon crowned
Echoes that wash up in the tide draw pictures
of our elders standing tall in stone.
seeds fall as they are called, sinking deep
at the turn of the wheel,
New life is brewing whilst old life stews
A collage emerges as each moment sustains to
another memory, of this land
Of This Land © J