The Colt
The colt was still new to the world and so was I
When my father decided that we would spend the summer afternoon
In the green pasture, coaxing the colt to trust us so I could sit on his back.
The colt bolted and ran. Dad had never taught me how to stop him.
I fell. Nothing broken but shaken, we walked in silence back to the barn.
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