Head of the Vale

Head of the Vale

Two hearts alive in love

Softly holding one another

In the warm flood of yellow light

We stood high up at the head of the vale

Rolling down and spreading out before us
A blanket full of life and many shades of green

The Wind spoke heaving sighs of silence

Greeting our faces with cool streams

Perched upon a palatial sandstone

The lizard welcomed our advance

A king snake bade our leaving goodbye

Hissing quickly up the hilly underbrush

Hawks pointed out the trails below

Circling far above with large eyes

Tattooed under the raptors' winged expanse

Rabbits played and ran
Coyotes hid In their dens

From each passerby shown a fair countenance,

Like the flowers of blue, red and yellow,

Of serene happiness for the chance

To walk, to breath, to see, and to feel the rigor

Of the curving way once again in the spring of life

To experience the dancing animated vitality 

And the buzzing of little wings

Before the hills, trees, wild grass and bush

Must once again become brown

With every step down into dry gravel

Bringing up the hot dust.