A long day across the prairie, riding for hours in formation.
Look at the light cape the shoulder of this fit horse. It radiates from
Rodney’s slick coat, then slips through the blowing grasses
for miles. Watching muscle move under fine hair, I am riding with
Alexander on the Persian campaign. Trained and worked, men and
horses move together through lands they only imagined.
Look at the light cape the shoulder of this fit horse. It radiates from
Rodney’s slick coat, then slips through the blowing grasses
for miles. Watching muscle move under fine hair, I am riding with
Alexander on the Persian campaign. Trained and worked, men and
horses move together through lands they only imagined.
Trotting the hour lulls me past the day’s soldier persona,
past sun-time and ego, to a day a thousand years ago
when I was a brave riding bareback, carrying a spear
fringed with dyed strips of buffalo hide, blessings
for hunting and battle. Once I was that native born warrior
watching muscle under shoulder ripple sunlight
from the horse’s slick coat. Lift me up, straighten me
in the saddle, we have a long way to go.
NL
–Nana Lampton
Wash the Dust from My Eyes
(Accents Publishing)
NEWS: On January 20th, Nana Lampton will be hosting a reading from Wash the Dust from My Eyes at the Carnegie Center for Literacy and Learning in Lexington, KY. Click here for the Facebook Event page.
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