yer dead in the head;
so afraid to be lead
to bed as was said.
yer paid with lead;
like bread to be fed,
and wed as was read.
Long weekend in Gerês trekking, picnicking, relaxing and having fun.
Much has been burned in the Arganil area and beyond.
My farm in Monte Frio has been completely burnt & charred – thankfully the house that was being reconstructed is untouched as until now it was only stone walls.
Here are some pics i took over the weekend.
Atop the rock upon which i built
my sacred tower of stones that tilt,
she nibbles on the moss there grows;
Dainty, poised – her balance shows.
It could easily come crashing down
As shes turns herself nimbly around –
Destroying the pillar either by intent,
the result is the same, if its accident.
A precarious position i can only observe
in case my proximity breaks her nerve.
And so i pause with breath baited
hoping she spares what was created.