Eight Bales Of Hay

Eight Bales Of Hay

Taking a dirt road, winding and turning
A silent sigh, a breath taken
Eyes not needing to see
Exactly knowing the special path
Leading to eight bales of hay.

Feeling the road underneath
It brings you alive
Breathing the air, lined in dust
A smile covers the heart
Taking each twisting turn slowly.

Moving forward, revealing its truth
Looking back an angel follows
Wings protected in steel rushing
Anticipating, she follows willingly
Leading to eight bales of hay.

This place is magical, singing
If you stop and listen you will hear
Echos of dreams being made.
Reaching out, surrounding tightly captured
Selfishly taken for our own.

The horses whisper
Knowing the secrets told
Carrying our dance, each step with grace.
A pounding force never hesitating
Patiently waiting,, following
Leading to eight bales of hay.

Every direction lies beauty
Embellished streaks of sun on our backs.
Bittersweet thoughts ring true
Not escaping our minds,
Stories told to few.

Smiles embraced with a friend
Sharing life's similar passion
Each understanding a different path
Leading to eight bales of hay.

For a moment time has stopped
Captured by a tear or a smile.
A story told taking a journey
Making it each our own.

Our destination lead by the heart
Being drowned with sips of life.
Holding onto separate meanings,
It's the same path we take
Leading to eight bales of hay.