Saturday, July 30, 2022

The Ride


She loved fairy tales;


he loved horses


Want to ride, he asked her?


Sure, she answered. I have


to be back before dark.


He smiled and put out


his hand. Hop on.


And they rode off


headed toward the West.


She held on tight


arms around his waist.


Lovely day, he said.


Overhead at dusk,


a flock of geese


winged South


ahead of winter.



                    -30-


Chris Hanch 7-30-2022 

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