I hope they have horses in Heaven
Because I sure can’t ride very well now.
I’m old and stiff and too heavy
to sit high on a saddle and howl.
When I was young I ached to ride,
I dreamed and read books and sighed.
But when finally I rented a horse; travel bound,
He directed us back to his barn ‘stead of the other way around.
So I’m going to have to wait to feel that pleasure
of the horse’s speed taking me galloping down hill
The wildness inside driving him and the beauty
of the creature’s marvelous skill.