Day: July 17, 2023

After the rainstorm, I

Know today will be thrilling

I put away the horses

There will be no tilling

The land is rich and

All the soil brown

The plowing will wait

There will be no frown

I haven’t been rejected

I made the clear choice

I have been gifted and it

Is time to rejoice

I lay on a blanket and

Study the sky, looking

For creatures I’d like to ride

A few come along

Slowly, I might say

The wind has died down

They are meant to stay

They don’t look ferocious

More docile I guess

Once I am mounted,

I’ll do my best

I drift off to sleep

Have a beautiful dream

Up there in the clouds

I met my queen

We had a grand party

Numerous guests

Then off we rode

For new conquests

I soon woke up and

Came to my senses

I had fields to mow and

Must mend some fences

It all ended well

The clouds all went away

The sun broke through

It was quite a day

Stanski

July 17, 2023, ^