painted horse
the little ones gathered ‘round
ratcheting their bottoms
against the carpet as if trying to
permanently stay in place
you see
the old man began
bobbing his head
in the old days
you could drive out to the country
with your sweetheart by your side
leaving a trail of dust behind you
weaving your way through rolling hills
where rows of corn stretch toward the sun
and gigantic cows feed on fields
that forever stay green
once you reach the sign
with the painted horse
you abandon the car
and walk hand in hand down a narrow lane
leading you to an antiquated world
where you first learn to saddle your new best friend
and ride off into the sunset
with courage and grace
march two thousand thirteen
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Love this, John – reminds me of all us grandkids listening to the old folks tell tales of the west- liked the painted horse sign and courage and grace – really nice! K
Thanks so much, Kathleen, glad you enjoyed this.
There is wisdom comes of the aged. There is more yet comes when it is imparted to them more youthful . . . that the lessons may endure.
Nicely done . . . picture perfect.
Cheers!
Nice to hear you enjoyed this piece. Thanks so much and cheers to you!
This made me smile… Ah, the good old days!!