Memory

The wind blew softly through blades of grass

As horse walked steadily down the hill.

His rider, who meant only that field to pass,

Halted suddenly, hoof beats jolting to a standstill.

Struggling with something against his will

Blue eyes narrowed as if to suddenly see

In mind’s eye, through experiences filled,

What is not now but once, perhaps, had been.

Grey shapes of stone strewn o’er ground and tree;

Mingled with blades of heroes from a century ago.

Eyes closed, breath quickened - heart murmuring with memory.

The wind now called with a Voice beginning to grow:

“Open your heart and your mind; feel my prayer!

Open your eyes! Open your eyes - and remember.”