by Ethel Mortenson Davis
Come with me,
down where the trees are,
for there is a line of sky
without clouds,
and soon the earth
will be the color of red honey.
Come with me,
for there is enough feed
for the horses,
and when we stop to sleep
we’ll keep the dogs close
to warm us.
Come with me,
for the songs of the Ancients
are calling.
Orion is straight above our heads,
and we must make
this night’s journey.
fourwindowspress 
Very atmospheric.
Your invitation is very seductive, Ethel! Hope you and Tom and all your family are very well. XO
A beautiful call.
The songs of the ancients – I like it that you hear them too…..
oh, very, very nice.
love, Sayword
Thank you everyone for your comments. Nice to hear from you Sayword. Love Ethel
Thanks for the comment. Good to hear from you Sayword.
My word how I like this Ethel! I missed it at the time — we were in NZ for two months.