Far from pavement, hearts bond and beat farewell,
Once paired with gelding Doc and sweet mare Star,
Named Luna for white mane, souls hard to quell,
Eyes turned to whispering forests, near and far,
Through silver boughs, on paths untrod we ride,
Under fern gates, go meet the forest king,
Presenting lathered sweat on earnest hide,
The horses roam, beautifully marching,
Yet when the mountain ghost begins to howl,
The sloping side shakes sturdy hooves, seeing
piercing black stalks and fury screeching owl,
Steads forced to fight mud knots and menace grooves
‘til soft ferns yield under the wind’s cruel beat,
Mountain and snow, a painting at our feet.
Flâneuse from aus 