Bareback

The morning wind forever blows, the poem of creation is uninterrupted; but few are the ears that hear it. - Thoreau

tucked tightly away in liquefied memories

wrapped in an opulent afghan of abundance

we stole happiness

riding bareback on trusty steeds

grasping the reigns of a gilded age

lost in a timeless vortex of yesteryear

oblivious to march gales that desired to misguide us

take me back

let me live them again i pray

when once more

selfless, glowing love will wade, ride and play

shining with the lustre of a warm sunset

breathing new life into a recollected day

Author's Note

"Friends... they cherish one another's hopes. They are kind to one another's dreams." - Thoreau

Reviews

[SheIsMe]

The last line stole me. Amazing way to write reliving a memory...❤️

[Pete]

good times may come and go but memories last a lifetime. we hold steadfast to them ... :)

[SheIsMe]

Even the bad ones.

[Pete]

a true observation - thus the title 'bareback' ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

"...tucked tightly away in liquefied memories
wrapped in an opulent afghan of abundance."

Your words always take me to another realm in time, Pete. Perhaps its the influence of Thoreau coming through your pen, so extraordinarily!

[Pete]

thank you. so nice of you to say kelly.

how bout brady and gronkowki - another superbowl ring!!! ... :)

[Kelly Scheppers]

I was thinking of you, Pete! Incredible!!