The mountain rises past the field
Where golden grasses gleam.
And palms jut out above the brush
With shade trees standing near.
Along the road a man walks on
While balancing his load.
His form, half-hidden near the bend,
Makes straight his steps toward home.
A lone beast also walks the field
And calls to wild-at-heart
Who take their leave of city streets
To breathe the open air.
Where valley yields to mountain’s height
And mountain yields to sky,
The pilgrim walks a wondrous road
Marked by a simpler time.
Image: Tahitian Landscape at the Minneapolis Institute of Arts
Artist: Paul Gauguin (1848-1903)
Medium: Oil on canvas