Hiking up White Horse Hill
- Hiking up White Horse Hill
I find myselfnaming the stiff windthat nearly lifted meto the ridge of Uffington Castlea breezein the understatedway of the English.And I've only been here a day.
Only from heavencan one see in a glancethe long legs and pointed earsof the white chalk horse.What manner of godor goddessenvisioned such a thingin 700 BC? [End Page 108]
From the hilltop pathI chip a piece of powdery stoneto carry this memoryacross the waterand mark my sidewalka wonder. [End Page 109]
As a psychotherapist and a writer, Susan Scott Morales strives to express the truth that connects us all. Her poems have appeared in The Third Wednesday, a literary journal; articles on meditation in Natural Awakenings, a monthly magazine. AnnArbor.com carries her blog on meditation. Visit Susan's website: http://susanscottmorales.com/ for essays, poems and the beginning chapters of her novel, A Barroom View of Love, to be released this year. She lives with her husband in Ann Arbor, Michigan. She cherishes being Grandma to Xander and Max.
