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April 1970
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April 1970 |
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Sunshine
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since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart 
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April 1970 not quite spring break, first year college kids antsy to break away he’d come to admire the ring placed on my finger staking claim on me my friend insisting his uncle’s horses need riding what to do on a lazy day finals over break away guilt ladled over me and pinked my cheeks, never going full bore without checking in but didn’t want to hear “come home” ah…they’d never know… so he and he and she and me skirted the car to the outside of town where the canyons touched the limits three roans and a white, I pick out animals now like I did then, whoever eyes me first I warm to fastest… the white had eyeballed me and nuzzled my hand, searching for sweets guys quickly saddled for the afternoon was waning we wouldn’t be gone long… my friend bossed about, perceptible now, his brow glinting, uncle didn’t know we were taking horses for a ride… but he had firm command, we all followed his lead until…. riding single file on the canyon’s ledge, overhang of elm spooking the white but young legs held tight no sound leaving lungs horse screaming for us all… rearing back, forelegs climbing air, instantly knowing her fear, while my friend rushed back to hold the reins down got bit for his efforts we cleared ledge and trees climbing to a flat area that widened out, the white quivered beneath my thighs I told them “she needs to let loose” not waiting acquiesce, giving the horse her head my “tch” to go smell of panic, her spook giving adrenaline she shot forward and out, I held on, perhaps even riding well… her muscles muscling mine her mane flying, my mane tangling hoof beats pounding heartbeats lungs of both filling with April afternoon and warmed pine we waited some fifteen minutes for them to find us back in the stables, she and I… having brushed her down and starting to shake at the thought of someone calling, saying she’s at the bottom of the ravine guardian angels busy, caring for a foolish young girl and her white horse…. [This message has been edited by Sunshine (edited 07-05-2001).] |
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Honeybee Member Ascendant
since 1999-12-26
Posts 5372Ontario, CANADA |
I love how you bring "story" poems to life  Take care, Melissa~ |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Sounds like lots of fun...James |
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Interloper
since 2000-11-06
Posts 8369Deep in the heart |
Yes, God looks out for fools and children from 3 to 83 |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Sunshine, A wonderful read. *L* |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
guardian angels busy, caring for a foolish young girl and her white horse…. Karilea, a beautifully written poem. The last section adds a twist to it. my lazy brain needs to read this poem a few more times, to savour the details. "Like Sand underneath the snow, I make you mine." Kristin Hersh |
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Logan Senior Member
since 2001-05-28
Posts 1641Arkansas |
Sigh, glad the horse had good sense to be able to make it. How too often do we do things on an impulse, that brings us to the crossroads? Glad you are still with us..very gentle smile |
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