My First Time...
I remember the first time I was allowed,
To ride my horse alone;
It was like nothing I had ever felt before,
Just riding along, my hair windblown;
I felt like I was the Lone Ranger,
Sitting atop my trusty steed;
Of course he was a long shot from Silver,
And I don’t even know his breed;
But he was good enough for the little girl,
Who loved him with all her heart;
And riding alone on my powerful charger,
My mother swears it was art;
With him prancing to the side,
His gray coat shining bright;
And me just cruising along,
Laughing out loud with delight;
I guess it must have been the smile,
That I couldn’t erase from my face;
Memories like that really are,
Difficult to replace;
Since that first time I have ridden a lot,
It gave me a passion of my own;
And I dream all the time of riding,
Fierro into the unknown!
~5th Place in the "First Time" Contest by Joe Flach~
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