First Ride
We remember that first ride
on a horse
city kids who had no experience
with animals that size
just standing next to a horse was scary
like looking up at a mountain
a horse that had moving parts
and a head 3 times the size of ours
with teeth that looked huge and menacing
and a tail that slapped you in the face
but the horse of course
had horse sense
and knew we meant no harm
a wise old horse who was used to the plow
who had grown old and slow and patient
and who accommodated crazy kids
and their shenanigans
we pulled him toward the fence
so we could get on
no saddle no reins
I hung on to the mane
my sister hung on to me
we did not know what would happen next
but the horse went along
our weight nothing to him
we were like flies upon his back
the old horse put up with us kids
and simply let us learn
much like the grandparents
who watched from the farm house window
laughing at our clumsy attempts
at our first ride.
keith jeffries
Fri 12th Apr 2019 14:11
d.k
A first rate poem rich in nostalgia and sensitively written. I really enjoyed it as I was able to reminisce with you.
Thank you
Keith