Tenacre Girl

(Wellesley, Massachusetts. We were age 12.)

 

When not maintaining leather riding tack,

You were happiest in your element on horseback,

On huge hunters, the consummate equestrian;

I at paddock rail, entranced boy pedestrian.

Clear summer skies and new-mown hay; 

Freedom and intrigue in each perfect day.

Through life's adventures we've managed to thrive,

And countless personal travails survived.

Down deep we are still those carefree juveniles

With idealism, hope, and the brightest of smiles.

Some memories become a receding haze,

But I'll vividly treasure our magical days.

 

ꟷWill Walsh