hinterland

so let the horse and rider help remind
our solemn neighbours that we aren't alone
since messengers come out of the far zone
and leave their magic and their light behind
this is a country for the nearly blind
where none is certain what the winds have blown
onto these shores all our crops are sown
by those who show normal presence of mind
each messenger may seem to look askance
at what we offer when they have to halt
but are refreshed when they resume the hill
meanwhile we play the tunes for a new dance
and praise the singers almost by default
since others have to pay the piper's bill