by Mia Marks

Created on: July 18, 2009

WHISPER OF RAIN

The sun is slowly setting on my life,

I'm an older woman now, but still getting into strife.

I still work to pay my way,

To keep the ongoing debts at bay.

But I know that soon I'll need to realise,

That my time is up, I can no longer temporize.

I promise myself an old, old dream,

Of mountains and mist, of a clear running stream.

Of horses to work, to teach and to train,

Of a home with a lounge, an open fire, the whisper of rain.

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