Here is a wonderful example of what we are looking for:
"Where does the wild swan wander?
On lonely shores where salt foam tumbles
No roof but leaves,above a bed of moss
By silver streams that shun homes of men.
So flies my heart over mountain rock;
My brother the deer,my sister the wolf,
To run alone in the cold grey wet of autumn
With the harsh tapping of twigs
And the flutter of wind stripped leaves..."
By Heather Alexander (From The Protector's War)
