Daughter Of The Land
On the morning of her days
this daughter of the land
life
brought
power
which chased
each
cherished moment to the fore.
She
surfed the water's edge
climbed the rugged cliffs
until
sheltered by life's cove;
her bearskin cape
moulding
her body
as if one.
Leather thongs
tied
to feet
to hands
swollen by life's rains
and a perished state
also tell tale
of life's moments of rugged drought.
Mountain ranges
as barriers to harsh glacial winds
which ripped through
the wild girl's
insistent form.
This daughter of the land
on the morning of her days.
On the noon of her days
this daughter of the land
found
a peace
of almost
solitary wonder
which
flows
as a heartbeat;
cascades into
a thousand wonders.
Humming
an almost
tuneless monotone
she melts
into
the greenery
of her days.
A vast mirrored pool of life.
A life to feel
to taste
and to devour with
a hunger
as insistent as nature's pulling instinct.
This daughter of the land
on the noon of her days.
On the eve of her days
this daughter of the land
finds
a maturity which
flows undeterred
those once flailing queries
now
answered
in instinctive forces.
Surface trepidations
smoothed into golden lessons learnt.
Her weathered face upturned to life's powers;
her heart as one with life
her soul
blending into a gleaming
sphere on understanding.
This daughter of the land
on the eve of her days.
On the dusk of her days
this daughter of the land
so sated her mood
sure footed and free
Daughter of the land
mermaid of the sea
drinking her fill
giving her all
to those who follow
to those who need
to those who suffer
and to those who grieve.
A radiance not diminished by the night's shadows,
a song not muted by the dusks shadowed forces,
a love never extinguished by life's wars.
This daughter of the land
on the dusk of her days.