the air is cool and crisp
Blond hair escaping just a whisp
Galloping along on a purebred horse
On a dirt trail, no particular course
Escaping your usual norm
Riding away to silently mourn
All the bubbling words in the air
Spoken radically, no thought or care
Galloping along toward colorful fields
Wildflowers overflowing with a vibrant yield
Every color the eye can behold
Elated but silent as feelings unfold
A cornflower blue sky sends its hues
I’m happy straight down to my shoes
Surrounded by trees and dusty trails
Squirrels are racing fast. I only see tails
The days without pain now are few
I long for a peaceful day or two
No galloping off through a field anymore
Only memories to take me through yesteryear’s door
Galloping along on a purebred horse
On a dirt trail,
no particular course
