Reposting—A Poem: Remember My Wild
Ah, youth and those moments living dreams.
Today’s Audio—
If you have already listened to this post’s audio—before midday on Friday the 6th—I hope you’ll visit this new recording. This is a new audio to replace the one sent out with the original post…I wasn’t happy with that reading after coming back to it today. Maybe it’s the day, but it just didn’t hit my ears well. Hope this one is better! Love y’all!
Hello all and sundry,
Glad you are here! Welcome and come on in! Let’s have a comfy seat, sip on something and find a tasty snack, while I share this latest post. A poem written lots of years ago, and in finding it now, myself transitioning to older, it filled my mind and heart with some pretty special memories.
Isn’t it such a beautiful thing to bring back those wild days of being younger? When our cares were few and futures were all as W-I-D-E open as a meadow and its beaconing had you anxious to freely race across it.
Oh, I am grateful for remembering. Sometimes, I find myself wishing, though, that I had listened a little closer to the wise counsel of my grandmothers and mother: Don’t waste your days—most especially, take these youthful ones IN, every last second, for they go by in a flash and you can’t get them back. When you halfway listened, well…you just, in recall, get greedy for more of them.
Even in my greed, I am so grateful for every moment, whether it was a thorough soaking up of every minute, or a blip I can hardly remember. All have been a part of my DASH, that precious dash between coming and going, that lay proof this life has been divine.
Well, let’s visit this poem!
Oh, these photos are not of me, but I love that Lea has captured a shared experience. Seems we enjoyed those same life moments on horseback!
Remember My Wild
I want to remember dreams, When My world Was wild And I rode Horses, Fast, To taste the wind. When My hair played games Of tag Around my shoulders. When I rode, bareback, Through groves Of tallest trees, Across meadows of Highest wild grasses; Laughter singing as their Tops tickled my Bare feet, Brushed my horse’s Belly... Until she ran, We ran, Faster. When Legs, bare, wrapped Tight to hold on, Hands, curled, gripped Thick mane, Body, leaned and pressed Forward, Felt Fused spirits Fly. When Her four legs barreled, Hooves barely touching The ground. When Two bodies, One, in motion, Tried to outrun Sun’s beams. When Heat and lather Pushed us into River swimming holes. When We’d emerge Dripping, Exhilarated, To race across Open meadows, Again. Search for shade Of a tree, Rest under its Protective branches. When Warm, late afternoon breeze Dried water wet bodies, While Horses grazed Serenity. Where— I had dreams When My world Was wild. Dreams…. And a promise, That one day There would be Something, To remember. When My world Was no longer wild, And Fast horses Only raced in memory. Where— There would Be place to return, In a dream, And wake, Having traveled, To a time, Divine. I hope to remember dreams. W. Gray -1997
These days, I look out across a meadow on a summer day’s end and remember.
Can you see, as I do, a young girl atop her horse, leaning into the flowing mane, bare legged, shoeless, hair playing tag, as they fly to catch her dreams? Oh, I do…I do.
Many blessings and MUCH LOVE,
~Wendy💜
Ps.
I’ve always had a dream catcher hanging from my rearview mirror. Hanging with it also a dolphin and a cross: the hope of a connected, prayerful journey.
My personalized license plates during those young days—DRMSEKR. Hmmm. Always been a dreamer.
Thank you all for listening and I’ll see you in the next post. Love Y’all. 💜
I haven’t ridden many horses but I felt I was riding along with you in this poem.
Yes! I remember those mad horsey days, racing across fields , getting lost for hours in the forest! Do you still ride? I love your poem ❤️🤗