Princess Summer-Fall-Winter-Spring
On my horse
I rode, a princess
soft barefeet touching
my white stallion’s heaving side
galloped circles in mulched
grandparents emerald yard did I ride
in circles around pink-lavendar-blue bursting hydrangea
Flying into imagination’s limitless phantasia
Out the bedroom window high above
My grandmother would watch with
bemused, confused, intrigued love
The little girl with curls bouncing all around
Running barefoot circles in the soft ground
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