Stacy Ann Link

Hills like golden bears
Broad backs turned to the drowsing sun
The warmth pours off and rolls
Down to the roadside fence
Brushing by the branches of trees
And scrubby chaparral on its way
Picking up the scents of sweet
California under the faithful blue canopy

Golden and blue, massive and unmoving
Alive with grassy hides and light,
Gathering heat and breathing
The Earth´s breath so calm and slow
It isn´t seen but felt

My breathing relaxes
My heart beat slows
as we ride by
Transported on backs of bears.