In the rolling hills
rising from the Snake,
a ranch nestles
far from the road,
a green hush
folded in the land,
grazing cattle
in late winter sun,
burned into memory
like a talisman,
a totem of earth,
of home.
Reading of “Talisman” with music by the Lonesome River Band.
Don — Such a rustically pastoral setting, as what I envision you describing here, warmly reminds my mind’s eye of a place where Quietude (both outer and inner) afford me the sanctified space to live, love, and thus discover myself and my ‘world’ being made New. What’s more: It having been ‘burned into memory’ keeps it serenely safe and constantly close to Home — where the Heart Is.