A story of my horse and me.
He was fearless and I a girl.
Best of friends you can believe.
We were both wild and free.
Wings as we flew over fences.
A story of my horse and me.
Galloping hard at a fence I see;
hearts pounding together.
Best of friends you can believe.
We were as good as we could be:
trophies, ribbons and awards.
A story of my horse and me.
Riding through the fields and trees.
Eating berries along the way.
Best of friends you can believe.
Puberty and boys came along.
Sad choices had to be made.
A story of my horse and me.
Best of friends you can believe.
By: Kathleen Como
About the Creator
Kathleen McClenahan Como
I am an artist that paints ceramics and makes crafts.
I enjoy travel writing and poetry that comes from the heart.
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Reaching Out
I promise her. I'd do anything for her. She's my mom. Even as Lanie and Deanna are flying home, Mom is scrappy fighting dying. She lays too still in that too-big bed with all the toasty white hospital blankets, in the south tower, at the broad end of a long slow-turning corner that delivers me again to her private room with the view she can't see through, with the beeping that tells us nothing new, and all these ice chips she can't swallow, and a flood of well-intentioned nurses who cannot do a damned thing all the same.
By Christy Munson5 days ago in Fiction
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Poignant reminder of the enduring connection between kindred spirits. Beautiful!