Chasing the Winds by Susan E. Birch

Some called him master, I called him friend.

The steppes without end were our playground

And where we found a oneness of spirit and heart.

So it was from the start,

Boy and foal,

Youth and yearling,

Man and steed

Growing together until our common need

Was but one heartbeat,

One breath.

We have roamed these steppes

And chased the winds until it felt

The winds chased us.

When he wielded bow and blade,

I fought with teeth and hoof.

The proof of our skill was that we survived.

Warriors both, filled with pride

As our people sang.

Though his children are grown

And we have grown old,

Stories of Temujin and his steed

Are still told around campfires.

Even the stars listen to our tale

While the fires die

And the night begins to pale.


I remember the day he lifted his bride

To my back, remember too his pride

As he lifted his son whose chubby fists

Clutched my mane.

With all that was dear to his heart,

All that was good, he trusted me.

He knew that he could.

Tonight his last breath joined the winds we so love,

Rising and calling me to those stars above.

I know his children will grant me my right,

Take my last breath, my essence,

Send me with him through the long night

‘Til we emerge upon those eternal plains

Where true life begins.

And we shall forever chase the winds.


© Susan E. Birch

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Susan E. Birch About the Author

When Susan was eleven years old a teacher, knowing her love of Literature and History, gave her a copy of The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a poetry anthology both of which changed her life.   When she opened the book of poetry it naturally fell open at a page on which was a poem called ‘The Cloths of Heaven’ by W.B. Yeats. She read it and was stunned as it was the first time words had actually drawn a picture in her mind.  Later, reading the book of Shakespeare, she found Sonnet 18’ and found the answer to why poets wrote poetry. From then on she was an avid reader of poetry and fell in love with the classical poets.

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