Valley Of Mills.... Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

there were open fields, horse ground, tractless....
there were marshes...where overgrown tracks
gently curved, winding through rushes...
no more clickety-clacks to frighten the red-winged inhabitants,
dipping and soaring...their flights tempted us from our books..
.took our eyes from the pages to a bluer light...
. flashes, dots of red punctuated that blue.... calling to our
young and wondering hearts....

we flew with them...discovered parts of a world, a music...
old, beyond time.... yet new to our untried limbs and minds....
.
there was breath....
there was a searing joy....
there was longing....
.....dread, anticipation.......we were so new....