A lad and a lass,
two friends hand in hand,
excitedly explore the bountiful land.
The gold seashore beckons,
white gulls dart, shells wait,
the path there too leads us up to the wrought gate.
The haunted house sneers,
~ daring smiles exchanged,
the spirits residing are so long estranged.
With tentative steps
They wind their way, through tangled brie
While eerie sounds make their courage a lie
A chilling wind comes from the North
The clickety clack of shutters in the breeze
Bizarre groaning in the trees
Frozen in fear, hands grasped tight
The spine-chilling voice sounds so close
Beckoning hauntingly they shiver to their toes
"Thunder will lead you...",
an old throat implored,
"Rest must be sought for this grand estate's lord"
The children trembled fiercely,
but found themselves compelled,
fear hid then 'neath a rock, as inquisition swelled.
"Race you to the top then!"
she giggled as she flew past him,
spitting gravel from her wake "Oh no you don't!" he defiantly grinned.
Like hares in a race, up the pathway they went
Until to the top, where they ascended
To fall in a heap, totally winded
“Beat you!” she cried, with an impish smile
“Ha!” he said, “only, ‘cause you cheated!”
As they smiled and grinned, to tired to care
They looked across the distant sea
Undulating waves white capped, gentle ‘n calm
While diving seagulls, squawked up an alarm
"Did you hear that, Joe?", she queried him slow,
turning her head t'ords the scuffling sound,
like a thudding or pawing of hooves on the ground.
He followed her gaze with a nonchalant laze,
but then jumped as though something had bit him,
when he spied the great beast looking harried and grim!
It reared up to scare, wildly cycled the air,
then shook the staid land from it's rest,
A white horse thick hooved and of valiant chest.
“Pamela!” he shouted, grabbing her hand and backwards bolted
Pulling her up and behind
He darted looks both left and right, but no escape he could find
“Remember the voice” she squeaked without choice
"Thunder will lead you..."
“I do” he replied, wondering if it would be something they would rue
With a snort and a shake Thunder turned
Then off into the brambles he went
With a nod of their heads they knew, just what he meant
At a slower pace this time, they followed,
Thunder went through a huge log full hollowed
the boy pursed his lips, she awkwardly swallowed...
Then one after next they cautiously entered,
the cool mossy den which forked at the end,
they followed the thinning sound of Thunders hooves.
For awhile they walked in total darkness
Then in the distance, they saw the suns shining brightness
A beautiful meadow, sunflowers galore, a gentle streams flow
Meadow larks sing their sweet melody, upon the wing
While a rainbow, a kaleidoscope of colours in the air does fling
Rejuvenation is everywhere, in the green grass ‘nd tall swaying trees
Across a babbling brook surreal, an old wooden bridge, its timbers worn
Upon a stump an old man sits, looking rather dejected and forlorn
All the while a spirited mustang, romps around the pasture in ecstasy