Riding Lessons Poem by Macy (Nina) Dvirnak

Riding Lessons



God gives me riding lessons
When I go to sleep each night.

Just can't get the hang of it,
Try as I might.

In my dreams,
The horse has either
bucked me off,
Or I ride gracefully,
And never stop.

It is always in a corral,
or by the sea that I ride.


I see the waves,
And the gulls.
I can smell the saltiness.

I see the fence,
And smell the earth,
As I ride my horse.

I'm slowly slipping,
Yet holding on.

His rythmic stride flows on,
And never breaks.

Suddenly, his sride does break.

It is then that I relize,
That I am now awake.

I try rolling over,
To enter my dream again.

Just can't fall asleep,
I must get up instead.

Oh, to be
In that luxury,
Of my nightly
Ride!

Such a joy!
What a feeling!
That surges through me
Each night.

Meanwhile,
I'll carry on,
All throughout the day,
Until it is night again.

When I fall asleep
And dream,
It is then-

That my riding lessons,
Shall truly begin!

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I live in town, and I possess NO HORSES. To own my own horse, is my nightly, and daily, dream. Perhaps one day God shall fullfill that heartfelt desire. As for now, I shall continue to dream, and not stop.
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