Keepers of the Realm

It is a quiet place, where both light and shadow roam, in peaceful harmony.
Night follows day in obedient synchronisity, and birds delight in each dawn.
It is a place where home keeps a bright and warm fire, secure and safe.
A place that keeps a song in my heart and a purpose to my soul.

We are the keepers of the realm, the ones who made it to the other side,
away from the current of that treacherous river that could have taken us down.
Free, strong and our own clan, we stand together, far away from delusion and cowardice.
It is our quiet place to enjoy and share in modesty and dignity.

It is a quiet place, where a humming tune never is far, where grapes and strawberries
and Asian pears and blueberries grow, along side fragrant Sweet Peas and Moring Glory,
where squirrels take delight in rustling our hazelnut bushes, and Blue Jays take off with
the cherry's sweet fruit and fragrant juice of plums.

Keepers of the realm, so we are,the three of us, of our home at the edge of lake and forest,
where the Bald Eagle soars in glorious skies leaving its strident call as signature and name.
The tall trees guardians all around, at the campfires we enjoy under summer's stars,
and the swimmingpool's sweet cooling water a soothing drink to their thirsty roots.

It is a quiet place, where both light and shadow roam, in peaceful harmony.
Night follows day in obedient synchronisity, and birds delight in each dawn.
It is a place where I wear my solitude as a crown, hard earned and proudly shown,
it is where my name is new and feels now to be my very own.


Trudi Ralston.
October 3rd, 2016.