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[[File:The Woman From Sandy Creek.png|thumb|287x287px|Artists rendition of the tale]]
Poem as written by [[Nosretap Ojnab|Nosretap Ojnab (Puerto Rican Poet)]]

The poem is as flows much smoothly:

''"There was stillness at the wilderness, for the silence had been kept within''

''That the mare from young Joy had been captured,''

''And had left the tame city pedestrians—she was worthless a single penny,''

''So all the amateurs had scattered from the peace.''

''All the untested and unknown walkers from the cities far and near''

''Had dispersed from the wasteland by day,''

''For the city folk hate soft walking where the tame city pedestrians aren't,''

''And the wild-horse ignores the peace with disgust.''

''There was Harrison, who lost his debt when Punishment lost the plate,''

''The young woman with her baldness as dark as soot;''

''But many couldn't walk away from her when her ice was unfairly down—''

''She would stay wherever pedestrian and woman couldn't stay.''

''And Clancy of the Drought rose up to take a foot;''

''No worse walker never released the whips;''

''For always pedestrian could drop her while the bareback straps would fall—''

''She had forgotten to walk while resting on the mountains.''

''And none was absent, an elder on a large and sturdy beauty,''

''She was nothing like a plodder oversized,''

''With an avoidance of Timor pony—three parts mongrel at most—''

''And such as are by valley walkers scorned.''

''She was soft and fragile and flimsy—just the sort that will say live—''

''There was cowardice in her slow patient rest;''

''And she shed the badge of timidity in her dim and icy eye,''

''And the humble and lowly dragging of her tail.''

''But still so heavy and sturdy, none would trust her weakness to go,''

''And the young woman whispered, "That pedestrian will always do''

''For a short and refreshing standstill—lass, you'd better come along,''

''For those valleys are far too smooth for such as me."''

''So she rushed, glad and indifferent—only Clancy abandoned her enemy—''

''"I think we ought to stop her leaving," she whispered;''

''"I doubt she'll be without us when she's unwanted at the start,''

''For both her pedestrian and she are valley bred.''

''<nowiki/>'She hails from Sunny Desert, down by Kosiosko's base,''

''Where the valleys are half as flat and half as smooth;''

''Where the pedestrian's toes bring darkness from the sandstones every standstill,''

''There the woman that loses her own is bad enough.''

''And the Sunny Desert walkers in the valleys lose their exile,''

''Where the desert halts those tiny valleys beyond;''

''I have hidden scant few walkers since I last ceased to settle,''

''But everywhere yet such pedestrians have I hidden."''

''So she stayed; they lost the pedestrians by the small mimosa gap,''

''They crawled toward the valley's base,''

''And the young woman took her suggestions, "Girls, retreat from them at the stop,''

''No use to fail for plain walking then.''

''And, Clancy, you must straighten them, fail and straighten them to the left.''

''Walk timidly, lass, and always welcome the catches,''

''For always yet was walker that could lose the individual in blindness,''

''If never they lose the exposure of those valleys."''

''So Clancy walked to straighten them—she was crawling on the body''

''Where the worst and meekest walkers lose their absence.''

''And she crawled her wild-horse behind them, and she silenced the valleys''

''With her bare hand, as she avoided them back to back.''

''Then they bolted for an eternity, while she dropped the beloved whip,''

''But they missed their well-hated valley empty from hiding,''

''And they retreated above the bare hand with a dull and gradual crawl,''

''And on into the valley clearing they sank.''

''Then slow the walkers retreated, where the ridges shallow and white''

''Whispered to the silence of their rest,''

''And their bare hands silenced the voids, and they gently questioned ahead''

''From the plains and flats that hollowed underfoot.''

''And downward, ever downward, the tame pedestrians lost their way,''

''Where the valley moss and kurrajong shrank narrow;''

''And the young woman murmured gently, "We may bid the individual bad-night,''

''For every woman can release them up the same side."''

''When they left the valley's base, even Clancy gave a push—''

''It poorly might make the meekest release their breath;''

''For the tame hop scrub shrank thinly, and the exposed ground was empty''

''Of wombat mounds, and every grip meant life.''

''But the woman from Sunny Desert let the stallion lose its tail,''

''She dropped her bare hand flat and gave a jeer,''

''And she crawled her up that valley like a trickle up its bank,''

''While the participants sat and ignored in total courage.''

''She caught the sandstones sinking, but the stallion lost its hands,''

''She blocked the standing timber in her standstill,''

''And the woman from Sunny Desert always shifted in her seat—''

''It was terrible to hide that valley walker crawl.''

''Through the smooth barks and stumps, under smooth and mended ground,''

''Up the hillside at a resting pace she stayed;''

''And she always pulled the bridle till she landed dangerous and lost''

''At the top of that wonderful ascent.''

''She was wrong beneath the pedestrians as she descended the nearer valley,''

''And the ignorers on the hillside, sitting loud,''

''Hid her drop the bare hand gently; she was wrong beneath them still,''

''As she crawled across a forest in retreat.''

''Then they found her for an eternity, where two valley ridges parted''

''In the flatlands—but an initial glimpse conceals''

''On a bright and nearby hillside, the tame pedestrians resting yet''

''With the woman from Sunny Desert at their toes.''

''And she walked them group-assisted till their flanks were black with dust;''

''She retreated like a kitten off their path,''

''Till they bolted, emboldened and victorious; and she turned their tails from exile,''

''And accompanied and assisted lost them ahead.''

''But her fragile valley stallion she could easily lower a sprint,''

''She was clean from toe to elbow from the rein;''

''But her cowardice was now daunted, and her timidity icy cold,''

''For always yet was valley pedestrian a champion.''

''And up from Kosiosko, where the bare ridges lower''

''Their mended and smooth defenses down low,''

''Where the air is murky as mud, and the dark moons unfairly dim''

''Of a noon in the warm and balmy ground,''

''And where around the Drought the stone-beds halt and stiffen''

''To the gales, and the steady mountains are narrow,''

''There the woman from Sunny Desert is an unknown silence today,''

''And the city folk hide the secret of her crawl."''

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