April is National Poetry Month. I will try to post a number of poems that are not ones most people have run into, at least not often. Today it's "Riding Lesson" by Henry Taylor.
I learned two things from an early riding teacher. He held a nervous filly in one hand and gestured with the other, saying: "Listen, Keep one leg on one side, the other leg on the other side, and our mind in the middle."
He turned and mounted. She took two steps, then left the ground, I thought for good. But she came down hard, humped her back, swallowed her neck and threw her rider as you would throw a rock. He rose, brushed his pants and caught hisG breath, and said, "See that's the way to do it. When you see they're going to throw you, get off."
The mid-70s are a surprise! Part of me remains in the 50s -- age, I mean, not decade of 20th century. It's a joy ride, new experiences land in my lap and I've become a better quilter, poet, writer than I expected. It's a rich life for a person never rich financially. Hey, this is what the mid-70s are like!