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My Amusing Wedding Day
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My Amusing Wedding Day
'With these vows the two shall become as one.'
On December 15th. 1971
we decided to fill our wedding day
with a shared passion.
Our love of horses and the romance
of a horse drawn carriage.
My intended- for years- had preserved his grandfather's
old sulky, just for the love, of what it stood for.
We set about a full restoration. First to find
an upholsterer who could restore
the aged, buttoned leather seat
and to search all the old sheds around
for a missing candle lamp. So much still needed,
a leather horse collar, not to mention a harness
and long leather, sulky reins.
We had all the old horsemen from all around the district
offering us advice - some joking some strict.
Be sure to throw the wooden wheels into a dam to soak
for a week so the wood swells into the steel rims, "Otherwise,
those rims will roll right away, as soon as you get going."
Well, the sulky was all finished shiny and ready to roll
without a horse to pull it. We tried to break a quiet
piebald but Patches wanted nothing to do with it.
Wild eyed at what she sensed was behind her
she bucked and with her panicked hooves tattooed
the wooden baseboard. No- one knew of a horse
these days that was broken to harness-
except, of course, the Gillen's retired pacer, "Little Rocket.
The big day came and I painted her hooves shiny black,
attached a white feather plume to her forelock bridle strap.
Everyone joked, " When they ring the church bells,
she'll do the bell lap."
An old trusted friend and former rodeo rider drove me
Little Rocket delivered me to the church in one piece.
The townspeople turned out and lined the main street.
I'll never forget in the Butcher's shop the next day,
another customer recognized me and told me a funny tale.
Her little three year old saw me going past and called,
"Mum, come quick. There a woman going past in a cart
with something - on her head."
Still together after forty five years those fond memories
bind our loving hearts. When the best man in his speech
announced, " I was the only bride he knew who had
spent more time - getting the horse ready
than on herself."
March 7th. 2016
Not for contest
Couldn't do it in 14- 24 lines.
Copyright © Suzanne Delaney | Year Posted 2016