feeling the bumps

in another’s footsteps

walking these green hills

feeling the bumps

buildings abandoned

aeons ago

there the stock fence

here where we hunted then

ochre sand desert

sepia & dull green sage

crunching noises underfoot

here where we came

looking through those eyes

used to green finding bright

scarce water thirst the day

in another’s footsteps

here where my ancestors lay

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s