The writing prompt, featuring the picture above, is to write a quadrille poem of exactly 44 words.
[I am not taking part officially, just for my own – and perhaps your – amusement.]

Well then, it’s been a very long time since I last tried to write some form of poem. Please be kind and forgiving with regard to my amateurish, awkward attempt….

Golden Horizon

Time is on our side
as the sun sets, and rises again.
On dirt and gravel we keep driving
towards the golden, ever beckoning horizon.
Wide eyed and smiling
our days pass carefree
as we take in each moment
being embraced
by breathtaking scenery