Prompt from Big Tent Poetry: write a travel-inspired haibun, a poetic prose section followed by a haiku
Cramped and stiff, I gently unfolded myself from the bus seat and made my way down the aisle toward the door. Whispers of fresh air slipped inside the bus, awakening and tantalizing my senses. Glimpses of bright cerulean sky and never-ending green met my eyes as I exited the vehicle. Grazing antelope and buffalo rested near a quiet river that snaked its way through grassy fields. Untamed horses sauntered through open pastures and moved as one toward the distant foothills. Tree-covered slopes and barren peaks framed it all, mountains standing as sentries guarding this treasure of unhindered freedom.
Fertile plains and waterways
Land without fences