Fierro Poems | Examples

My First Time...

I remember the first time I was allowed,
To ride my horse alone;
It was like nothing I had ever felt before,
Just riding along, my hair windblown;

I felt like I was the Lone Ranger,
Sitting atop my trusty steed;
Of course he was a long shot from Silver,
And I don’t even know his breed;

But he was good enough for the little girl,
Who loved him with all her heart;
And riding alone on my powerful charger,
My mother swears it was art;

With him prancing to the side,
His gray coat shining bright;
And me just cruising along,
Laughing out loud with delight;

I guess it must have been the smile,
That I couldn’t erase from my face;
Memories like that really are,
Difficult to replace;

Since that first time I have ridden a lot,
It gave me a passion of my own;
And I dream all the time of riding,
Fierro into the unknown!


~5th Place in the "First Time" Contest by Joe Flach~