My Youth

My youth, young, wild blue ridge Virginia wilderness

Fleeting experiences, innocent, sensitive and free

My youth, naïve, sheltered childhood unspoiled by normalcies

Flashes of pure joy, running barefoot in long gypsy skirt and chasing my bliss

My youth.

My youth, down long dusty road, jeans, leather and Connemara 

Short films riding horses -- my sweet and never tamed -- rescued animal friends

My youth, forging a path all my own and taking chances without regard for risk

Forging a well-worn path, by edge of a river, cantering at good clip

  

My youth.

My youth, not yours, all mine.

Perhaps a bit abnormal, but just fine.

Reviews

[Lorry]

The freedom of youth, lived the way it is meant to be. Love the fact you used Connemara ponies, it is a beautiful part of Ireland.

[Philip Muls]

Very nice play with words, evokes great imagery. It feels authentic with just enough 'couleur locale'.

[ajelly]

That's very nice of you to say, thank you! My hope was to evoke the best parts of my memories there so others could also picture it and benefit from the experience like I did.

[Coyote Poetry]

You had a very good youth.
"My youth, not yours, all mine.
Perhaps a bit abnormal, but just fine."
Each of us have our place and journey. I liked your. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[ajelly]

Exactly, and you're very welcome . . .