Happy March the 25th

Merry... poem by Shel Silverstein. Read more poems in Where the Sidewalk Ends by Shel Silverstein.

My second (but really my first) horseback ride

When I was a kid, I rode a horse. In my mind, I was riding sideways on my galloping war stallion while shooting arrows through the eyes of needles from 200 feet (as a soldier against the Great Needle Uprising of the 1980s, I guess). In reality, I sat rigid as a cement pole on a super mellow, super old horse while my friend led us by the reins down her driveway. It was five minutes of serious epicness.

After a lot more years than I care to admit, I finally rode another horse. Continue reading “My second (but really my first) horseback ride”