The Place or Object from your Childhood that you most remember – Helen Stan

Another brilliant piece from a GUNNAS WRITING MASTERCLASS writer.

She feels the breeze caress her face

Raising her head towards the sky

Letting the sun rays gently warm her skin.

Strands of hair lightly move as the breeze winds through them

 

She stares to the horizon.

Hills, big sky, silence

Listening the sound of nothing

It clears her mind

 

Taking in a breath , she feels the cool on her lungs

Exhaling rids her of the stresses of her life.

This is her peaceful place

The place of her solitude.

 

Looking at the paddock where he is

She spies that magnificent animal

The presence, strength, peace within

She feels the gratitude swelling in her that he is hers.

 

No place is like this.

There is no hustle and bustle.

Just a quiet solemnity that is all hers

And she drinks it in

 

Cows graze, birds fly, crops grow

And he looks up from his daily feeding

He begins to move away,

Walking silently.

 

 

Then he gathers speed

She is in awe of him

The power of his muscles move in grace and flow

Her eyes follow every stride.

 

Taking in breath again

She tells herself how blessed she is

Under this tree, the power of the sun

Old buildings, rustic and rugged

 

Getting herself up she goes to him

His breath heavy from running

She buries herself in his scent

And runs her hands over that splendid body

 

She whispers that she’ll love him always

Forever in her care

And nothing or no-one

Will separate her from her magnificent horse

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