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Tuesday, September 29, 2020

Riding Lessons

See? Blue.
When my husband married me, he got more than he expected.
I came with baggage.
More correctly.
Horses.
One was blue in colour.
Aptly and creatively named, 'Bluey'.
Okay, so imaginative, we weren't.
Bluey was . . . not a pretty horse.
She was an appaloosa-cross mare. About ten years old.
Like many of her breed, she had no mane. And an embarrassment for a tail.
But she was gentle and quiet. Patient and un-stampedable.
Perfect for farm kids.
But Bluey had one fault.
She was tall.
Too tall for the average child to climb on unassisted.
And that's where my story starts . . .
Mark and Erik, our two oldest boys, were in Bluey's field.
Playing.
Mark, 4, especially loved to ride.
But neither he nor his younger brother could climb up on their gentle friend.
Even though she was perfectly willing to stand quietly while they tried.
First, it was Erik helping his brother.
But they quickly discovered that three-year-old Erik's muscles simply weren't up to the task.
Finally, Mark had an idea.
He could help his little brother get up on Bluey.
At least one of them could have fun.
I have often imagined the conversation . . .
Mark: “Here, Erik, I'll boost your up.”
Erik (eyeing the mare suspiciously): “I want to go home.”
Mark: “In a minute. First, you get to have a little ride.”
Erik: “Don't want to ride.”
Mark: “Yes you do. It's fun.”
Erik: “Pretty sure I don't.”
Mark: “You're little. What do you know? C'mon.”
Erik: “Sigh.”
He submitted.
Once he was safely installed, Mark stepped back.
And gave the mare a slap. 'To get her going'.
She went.
Right out from under Erik.
Not a good thing.
A short time later, two boys came to the house.
One in tears.
They had both learned an important lesson.
The hardest thing about learning to ride is the ground.

Monday, September 28, 2020

Clothed

When we arrive (with great fanfare—
Before we are at all aware),
We’re, one and all, completely bare,
And I don’t mean in disrepair,

Or simply lacking underwear,
But naked to the open air,
No wonder that our tempers flare,
And with our cries we fill the air,

I’m sure we say, “Put me back there!”
(Perhaps a baby curse or swear),
Demands for something warm to wear,
A dress or pants or soft footwear?

And so it starts, most everywhere,
For baby’s needs, we must prepare…
So to the store we will repair,
To clothe that little, wriggling heir!

But…
I think it’s such a strange affair
In later life, when we declare
“I haven’t got a stitch to wear”,
‘Tis only true our first day there!

Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With POETRY, we all besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts…
Perhaps a grin?
So Jenny, Charlotte, Mimi, Me,
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought…
Did we help?
Or did we not?

Next week, we’ll keep it short and sweet,
Our favourite pictures. What a treat!

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