On the golden grasses
Equine thunder passes
In the land of wheat and
Cider and molasses.
Upon the wooden road
Remove my travelled load
Within the sweet-smelling
Senjan tavern abode.
Therein greets me a host
Of smiles and brown toast
And honey and laughter
And stringed music to boast.
Bright eye and sturdy hand,
The people of this land
Quick to love and vengeance
The Senjan woman and man.
Lo, Tielemark!
Kingdom of stone and wood.
Your log is hewn with axe
Beam and pillar'd building.
Raptors soar above you
Aloft on outstretched wing.
Alas, alone you dwell,
The Hill and Valley King.
Among the Senjan vales
and hills are many tales,
To share is to befriend
And lack a friend who fails.
Jason Behnke
2004
On the Golden Grasses
