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,
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
Excerpt from the book Ancient Whispers
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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