Bucky

Bucky was a gentle soul, The first horse I ever rode. A beautiful palomino cross, Perfect size for a six year old. He knew I was a novice, His demeanor was so calm. No matter what else was going on, Bucky, you couldn't alarm. I'd have to climb the nearest fence Just to reach his stirrup But once upon his solid back, Off we'd go , giddy-up. Round and round the paddock Bucky and I went, Learning to ride this gentle soul, It was time well spent. One morning as the snowflakes fell We arrived at the stable to be told That an offer had been made And beautiful Bucky had been sold. The stable had many horses So there were others I learned to ride But none were like the first one, The one for which I cried. I never learned to ride a bike. I had no interest, you see. From the time that I was six years old There was only one kind of riding for me. for Constance's Horses or Snowflakes, or Horses and Snowflakes contest: Bucky, by Francine Roberts 07/10/2010 topic: horses (with a touch of snowflake thrown in)