by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: August 28, 2008

FIRST FLIGHT

Three years ago, he hit the ground.
I marveled at the wonder found.
This boy bewitched me from the start,
One shake of mane: he held my heart.

Resolved to ride, I watched him grow,
While waiting, cherishing his glow.
I'd write of riding him one day,
And worry free, we'd run away.

Thus, desperate for a saddled trip,
I cultivated horsemanship.
A three-year lapse dragged slowly by
Until the day when we would fly.

At last, I climbed upon his back
And cued him softly on the track.
We jogged one way, then back again,
A traveled pair at last. Amen!

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