Saturday, December 3, 2016

Cookie Jar Sweet Memories-Day 7 plus Love Dreamin'


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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