TRAILS OF GLORY…For the little girls..for my niece and all female phenomenons who live their own deep nature as their story unfolds!!!

Listen little girl
coming
little girl coming
up the road of time,
listen to the rhythm
of your own footfall
hear how you sound
like the clip clop of hooves
across a field.
You make a path
walk a rhythm
beat a drum…
the heartbeat
of your mother.
Your feet fall, your beat sets the pace
and it is natural.
You
are Nature.
Your rhythm
is your nature trotting
across open fields,
a field of green,
a field of white…trotting,
breathing, sighing
air fills your lungs
and you exhale
in and out,
right and left…
first one
then another
page after page
lay your glory trail.