Galloping Girl

At age seven I was

 Galloping Girl, rider

 of horses in moonlight.

Oh, they tried to reign me in

and for a while

I’d go by other names

 like Good Girl, or 

Helpful Sister. 

I even gave Lofty Intellectual

and Military Wife a shot,

but before long something

in me would break loose 

and before I knew it

I’d be out riding horses in moonlight again.

When the time comes

for that final ride, I hope 

I’ll gallop joyfully into that good night.






This entry was posted in poetry.

4 comments on “Galloping Girl

  1. mitchteemley says:

    Well, it seems likely you will “not go gently.” ;>)

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  2. Glenda Kotchish says:

    Makes me smile seeing you gallop away in my mind’s eye l

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Wow!

    Sent from my iPhone


    Liked by 1 person

  4. Bill says:

    I so love the beauty and directness of this work. Really well done my friend!

    Liked by 1 person

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