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.
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Chris Hanch 7-30-2022
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