The Ride

Want to come ride with me?

Into the night from

Under the eaves.

Winds are blowing

The soft summer leaves.

 

Listen to the creek,

Bubble and glide.

My horse is ready

For a long midnight ride.

 

Come and gallop,

Away with me.

Grasses moving

Like a wavy sea.

 

Saddle up and

Take a chance.

The moon so full,

An age old dance.

 

This open space,

No room for cars.

Quietly moving

Beneath the stars.

 

Minutes now hours.

They slowly go by,

As we both move along

Under our endless sky.

Reviews

[H L Rose]

Beautiful imagery!

I like you word choice of “soft” in “the soft summer leaves”.

I also absolutely love the imagery of “listen to the creek/ bubble and glide”

I can picture the grass waving in stanza 3. I think you picked the perfect simili.

“An age old dance” in the fourth stanza is an absolutely beautiful line.

I like how you mention the absence of cars in stanza five. It goes further to taking the reader away into your picture.

The last stanza is my favorite. I absolutely love it. I find the period after “minutes now hours” interesting and wonder perhaps it’s emphasizing the point.

I much enjoyed reading this!

[A. Kim Spradling]

WOW!! Thank you for this awesome review, Miss Hannah Rose! You are such a sweetheart. Thank you again!!

[H L Rose]

Of course!

[The Iron Horseman]

I love it! I have ridden horses all my life and love them, but I have never had a midnight ride, so you have done something I never have. Thank you for creating this wonderful image so that I can enjoy it vicariously!

[A. Kim Spradling]

The horse this poem about is Brandy. Yes, he was the color of a nice strong brandy. He was quarter and thoroughbred. He was trained as a roping horse. He would get bored sometimes and pick a calf. He would nose it out of the herd and then move him back in. He was a great horse. I could call him and he would come running and wicker at me. He could also run like the wind.

[The Iron Horseman]

He sounds great. One of my favourites was a chestnut called Trigger. He was fast but lazy, so you had to work him, but once he acknowledged that you were in charge he went like the wind, just like Brandy. You had to watch him when you were saddling him though. He liked to stamp on your feet!

[A. Kim Spradling]

LOL... Brandy bucked the feed out of my arms once. He wanted to eat and eat RIGHT THEN!!! He was a tad ornery... OK, a lot ornery! Once I was walking away from him and he wanted me to come back, so he bit my back and pulled me back. I can't even begin to tell you how much that hurt. I had a HUGE bright purple bruise on my back forever on that one. He never did either of those things again. I broke him of it.

[The Iron Horseman]

Lol! I know how much that hurts. I got bitten on the shoulder once when I was forking hay, right through a leather jacket!

[John Gifford]

I needed a good night ride, well done!