A final poem for the Scavenger Hunt, a brace of wayra. Thank you for the round world trip. It’s been a great experience!
A walk
Up the valley side
we climbed, the dogs and I, high,
where the light is pale and blue,
the valleyed folds sea-green,
tree-billows, fields’ embroidered edge.
We watched the spread world
dapple sun and shade, cloud-birds
reflected in still water,
the lofting of herons,
the hawks’ slow glide, wished we could fly.