For me, the word “shadow” always immediately brings back memories of Shadow — the sheepdog so…
The quiet of a small anonymous village nestled in the crook of a giant river.
The silence broken by the clickety-clackety-clack of looms. One pauses to pass the shuttle as another picks up the slack — clickety-clack.
Harper your poem is both deep and fun at the same time.
Thanks for the great prompt to you and Kathy!
In love with the very land — he walked
Treading lightly a lonely path;
Oblivious;
The following horde
Trampled on.
I watched the fog swallow him, not twenty steps away,
