stand mesmerized
as the shadows prance across
the beaten crackle cement
stare in awe, in wonder
as the golden sun
spills across the chalky red brick
the air is sweet, thick
lick it from the cheeks and lips
the breeze ****** and scatters
across the swaying stalks of grass
the cattle dot the rolling land
with shadows thrown and muddled
keep the land locked in place
nestle it, gently
in the crook of your arm
and as the sun recedes
behind the horizon of mountains
the light pools in the crevasses
of the willow land