Time Travel Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

--TIME TRAVEL--

We gallop across the grassy plain
To reach a grove of trees
Striding with a rhythm
That our horses reach with ease.

Then winding down the earthen trail
To wade the rushing stream
So clear and fresh the water
A tired hot horses dream.

We wait as others hasten
To catch up with the pack,
Standing by the side of horse
Readjusting all our tack.

Small animals quietly scurry
Into the underbrush
As we relax beneath the trees
All around in silent hush.

No cell phones and no Ipod
We take with us today
Just the peace and quiet
Of a long forgotten day.

We'll camp here in the clearing
Out on the open ground.
The camp fire flickering softly
As all finally settle down.

Then wake up on the 'morrow
After tired and restless night
Packing up the horses
As they're prancing for their flight.

Back up across green prairie
As their stride is swift and sure
The whisper of a former life
That wrestles minds so pure.

Returning into the present
With our steeds put out to rest
As back into our lives we come
We've taken the final test.

More refreshed, back in the present
Adventure now is gone
But, in mind, we have a future;
One , Time Travel dreams, will spawn.


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
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By Ms. Caroline


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