Landscape

The landscape is spread before me, I
see the white castle on the hill far
away towards the far horizon.  I
see the terrain that I must walk:
streams and rivers, waterfalls,
flowers, forests, bridges, roads,
gardens, hills and wells.

Set one foot in front of the other:
no need to run.  Firm stave
in left hand, right full of
purpose, all can be won:  hours
in the sun, good breath in the
lungs, limber muscles, many
smiles.

How light the pack, how elegant
the road.  I set off at last
with the sweet smell of the
lush meadows and a brightening
wind, gentle on my skin.  I
have not counted the miles, or
the cost - I breathe and walk
because I must.

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