I have continued to write over the last year, maybe less frequently but still from time to time my muse awakens. This one came to me in a sleepless night, thinking about aging and the horses I have owned, Whoa Dammit (Cat ) has had some trouble with her eyes, and I am not sure if we will fly together again. AV Docs Baby (Andee) is potentially bred to a lovely buckskin quarter horse , so she too is off the books for a while. I currently don't have a saddle horse I trust with these old bones and replacement parts. I don't think I am done, but if I am glad I didn't know .
If it’s my last ride,
don’t tell me If you ever had any compassion for me,
Don’t tell me
Let me be happy
Let me hear the creek of the leather of my saddle
the soft footfall of my horse
Let me smell the fresh air
And feel the breeze
Let me remember the rides before
And dream of the rides to come
When it’s the last ride,
If you ever cared
Don’t tell me
I d rather fly not knowing
Sherry Sikstrom copywrite 2021
6 comments:
Very lovely!
I have often wondered if the ride I take on Beamer will be the last one. He's 21 this year and his knees are getting quite knobby, but I still take him out once or twice a year for a very short ride. I think it gives us both joy.
Beautiful. Yes, I don’t like negative certainty either. You never know. Life is always surprising me. I have a 27 year old gelding, and I want to keep dreaming about him. I don’t want to know when our journey will end.
Beautifully said. I may want to know only so I can savor every moment that much more.
Love this, so thought provoking and relatable to all us horse lovers.
I wouldn't want to know either.
Beautiful.
Strangely enough, I had an opposite idea brewing in my head.
Great minds think similarly! Or something :)
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