Day 7
Dad and Becky
eating Easter eggs
& a picnic
lunch at “the Spring”
Becky
was only three that Easter, but, only a few months from turning four. So, old
dad saddled up little Lady and the silver mare, Ara, for an afternoon ride the
Monday after the Easter holiday celebration. I attached a thirty foot lariat to
Miss Becky’s steed and off we went on a great adventure, just two “kids”
searching for an exciting event.
We
lived on a ten acre tract, but, by way of friends and relatives and “public”
lands, we always managed to find trails to ride. Leading my young protégée, I
headed to a place at the bottom of a bluff where a huge spring exited the terra
firma forming a fair-sized pool at the base before meandering on a quarter
mile, or so, to join Fountain Creek to our west.
We
rode through the woods and on the gravel roadway taking an obtuse angle turn
going down the bluff. Along the way, I made note of some tall cedar trees;
later, I came back to cut one of these beauties to use as a flag pole. I had
constructed our first pool that summer and the landscaping demanded a
“fort”-type flag pole; Old Glory unfurled proudly over that entertainment
family meeting place, displaying her red, white and blue bright colors against
a cerulean sky. We had us some grand times at that house. Indeed!
Back
to the trail ride. We had a back pack and had loaded it with colored Easter
eggs and baloney sandwiches and a canteen of water for our picnic lunch. Becky
was a real trooper, leaning forward in the saddle when necessary or pivoting
right or left as the “old man” led the way. She chattered incessantly, making
the event even more enjoyable; filled with questions.
Arriving
at the spring, we dismounted, spread our feast and enjoyed a half hour, or so, lunch.
When
we had consumed our fine fare, we cleaned up the residue, packed up and
remounted for the ride home---to…civilization!? Hmm! (Do I have a choice?)
My
girls are classy ladies and always have been, (they get those “benefits” from
their mother) but, I can’t help but wonder if Becky was as disappointed as was
I that we could not have built us a log cabin, rode the range with wild Indians
and palled around with The Lone Ranger and Tonto for a while? She never said;
neither did I, though I made sure she did not see me wipe a vacant tear as we made
our way home to civilization savoring another pure adventure.
Ah! Cookie Jar
Sweet Memories!
Plus:
Love-Dawnin’!
(a heart song)
Kiss me awake
like whisper-cool mornin’ dew
Journey-adventure
reflect imaginings we knew
Soft-touch my
hand in your gentle way
Light brush ruby
lips in seductress-play
Hug-tender love
me eternal more
Ebb-flow rhythm upon
eternal shore
Unicorn-fly
fantasy the pinnacle summit
Crescendo the
chorus, sweetly just hum it
Kiss me awake
like whisper-cool mornin’ dew
Journey-adventure
reflect imaginings we knew
Allow pure the
spirit to enter my dreams
Two become one
image of ecstasy beams
Soft loving eyes
I behold like a vision
“Forever! My
Love!” Proven decision
Love-realm abyss
beyond a delicious passion
Settle into the
wash of a blue-diamond fashion
Kiss me awake
like whisper-cool mornin’ dew
Journey-adventure
reflect imaginings we knew
Reminisce
sunrise spring of rebirth fresh water
Summer-heat
thunderstorm white cap barter
Palette
royal-regal robe-autumnal in magnificence
Stark
black-white daguerreotype winter significance
Through the
space of time adventure-life expansion
Unify two in
true one-Love triumphant-composition
Kiss me awake
like whisper-cool mornin’ dew
Journey
adventure reflect imaginings we knew
Gentle coax
cognizant me Live! Love! Laugh!-intent
A-purpose smile
me Faith! Family! Freedom!-extent
Amen!
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