Sun dripped morning pattern rings as Saturn through high leaves.. low fog from warm friendly ground squirrel chatter to believe.. thoughts came from a yesterday.. perhaps a time before.. something good to match the wood.. sensed and saved to store..
Lilly was a Philly father sired champs to win.. blood pumps who she is.. who fathered her.. her father’s kin.. smiled when running always dreams of a coming test.. truth was hers.. one only.. every second was her best..
Janglefoot black stallion blaze of white ran down his chest.. had a youthful eye for mares but Lilly peaked the crest.. ran performance for her passion true he ran for speed.. love wild pushed his passion.. unseen colt… a precious need..
Ran to circle all alone.. center of the herd.. royal act facts progeny for life.. love is the word.. swirl images a colt green grass blood to carry forth.. race his best.. his purpose.. direction South.. Direction North..
Turned from wonder scene to creek.. sang my morn soulsong.. words of feeling.. tune with meter.. strings I strummed along.. heard voice of my girl.. waiting well as lovers should.. we learned their every wonder peaceful ‘Creatures in the Wood’..
‘ freedom is my heart old friend.. care my very soul.. wooded paths of truth in need.. no lies or false control’.. Peace T.