~

we’re ridin’ in

for supper & biscuits

horses panting

minds ranting

girls scatter

sister trembles in

her room

door closed

johnny mathis croons low

we are ridin’ in

the corral gate swings wide

clods flung high

horse sweat a splash

dishes crash

we’re not waiting

we refuse to be late

for our last date

with you…

~

(Copyright Clyde Collins 2023)