The Clearing

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The Clearing

The sound of hooves on gravel
now in the distant past
The ground underfoot became soft
as she reached the clearing at last
 
Shelter from the noon day sun
was a welcome retreat
She nimbly dismounted her horse
Content to be out of the heat
 
It was not as she remembered
The foliage thicker, outstretched
She searched for the oak tree
Where their initials were etched 
 
The old watering trough
where they used to meet
Now hardly visible
and covered in mossy peat
 
Something always drew her to this place
Why had she come here this day?
Memories relived but soon forgotten
She mounted and rode away
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©
 
In response to Sue Vincent's Thursday Write/Photo  - Shade

Word Prompt 
Nimble

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

18 thoughts on “The Clearing”

    1. Thank you dear Hélène 💕 I hope you are well. i miss your weekly prompt but understand how much work is involved.

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      1. Personal matter need my attention right now, maybe I will resume the prompt at a future time. Thank you Christine.

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      2. So true Sadje. Sometimes returning to a favorite place and trying to replicate those feelings turns out to be a disappointment. Best to just remember! 🙂💕

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