Stretch of Memory

 I

The dirt occupies my mind for moments
as I write my name or draw silly pictures.
Silence weighs on me as heavy time
passing slowly by.
Waiting to hear the sound of hooves
breaking the hard-packed dirt.
I hear them!
They stop for me, although I’m only
near tall as their withers…

II

Fifty cents, cup of lemonade.
Summertime.
Everyone who passes is sure to buy
but back roads don’t have many travelers.
Only in the autumn are the roads filled
with machines, to watch the wonders
of earth’s many colors…

III

Side by side, my best friend and I,
neck in neck, another
two wheeled horse race.
“Faster! Faster, Prancer!” I yell
to my ten-speed horse as my legs
make circles in the air just as
the wheels spin and spin…

IV

Patiently waiting for my turn
to ride the black pony’s back.
Only a short distance till I
can have my joy.
I run with her
as leaves racing the wind.
My best friend guides her
down the road we know so well
to reach the destination where we switch.

V

Piles of snow accumulate beside the road.
I walk him with lead in hand…
Both of us needed to get out,
walk the road we often ride
every day in the summertime.
He stops,
and kneels
till his body reaches the snow;
a stimulating winter roll beside the road.