Ride the High Country

The moonlight dances across the clouds,
reflecting the colour of autumn’s cold,
as the evening softly muffles the sounds…
and down below, the leaves are turning gold.

Silhouettes of black on mauve
blend along the ridge top height,
as high country riders on horse-back rove…
above the clouds and into the night.

This is where you can speak with God
this is where he’ll listen to you…
as the shadows merge and blend in fog
gently bathed in the evening dew.

Up here your soul is filled with hope,
as spirits gone by, freely roam…
while beneath the clouds and down the slope,
there’s a log fire burning, in a place called home.

Rex Jacobs

Commended in the Yellow Moon Idyll competition Summer 2003 and published in Yellow Moon 14 Summer 2003

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