Been about a year without Bill,

seemed like ages,

Maria did suffer and became ill,

but she recovered in stages…..

Knew Bill was a fine man,

he had good intentions and values,

Maria would soon understand,

there’s no winners or losers…..

She awoke early and perky,

showered and dressed for the trek,

donned some old jeans and rugby jersey,

felt carefree and what the heck…..

In the last few days she decided,

to go and climb that mountain,

even if she just stood beside it,

that would be a little gain…..

Thought about taking her car,

then she changed her mind,

would ride her horse this time,

it didn’t seem that far,

Waved to her mom standing by the door,

and with her pack on her back,

she’d go where she’d never been before,

started to follow the old mountain track…..

She wanted to let go the past,

get rid of the hurts and pains,

a time for a new blast,

to try and taste love again…..

A time to plant new seeds,

a time to reap and harvest,

a time for womanly needs,

a time to seek out the best…..

When born and raised on a farm,

its the best school for learning,

of natures ways and charms,

you become better at discerning…..

She was in her mid forties,

still very fit and lean,

looked much younger than her peers,

today she felt like a teen…..

She felt good riding her horse,

was given by her dad as a foal,

a loving present of course,

to her it was like gold…..

Thought of her fathers words about the mountain

where things looks small when looking down,

it eases any problems or pain,

and the air is much clearer on higher ground…..

Sometimes he would tell her,

that mountain must have a wise mind,

its seen a lot of things occur,

and its been around along time…………to be continued…………………….