Photo and Poem: Three-Quarter-Ton

 

Driving home from the feed store
on a back road, easing my foot from
the gas pedal, the three-quarter-ton
truck coasts slower. Ahead, a teenage

girl in shorts and a helmet riding a
horse. The tomboy-girl twisted around
but dismissed me, only a gray-haired
woman in a farm truck. Would she want

someone better to see her, a boy or maybe
a farmer with a roving eye? Her bay
gelding stood square with his neck arched
as she searched the road. I steered wide,

remembering the bareback feel of a dark
horse on a sunny afternoon, the breeze
lifting his mane to my bare knee, and
wanting others to see me. Young rider,

some will regard you and your horse as a
dare, your pride as a threat. Bumping two
wheels back onto the asphalt, I give her
a bittersweet smile in my rear-view mirror.

Anna Blake for Relaxed & Forward 

Want more from this horse trainer who writes poetry? Visit annablake.com to see all my published work, online courses, and training events. Look for a new offering of poems to be released this fall entitled Horse. Woman.

Anna Blake

11 thoughts on “Photo and Poem: Three-Quarter-Ton”

  1. What a beautiful poem Anne. Even if it does make me feel a bit wistful about being closer to 60 than 16. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. You have such a talent for corralling them!

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  2. I’ve gone beyond being that “farmer with a roving eye,” and hove now reached the point of thinking “damn, that’s a good looking horse!” I think I’m officially old now!

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