The Charlotte News, Poem of the Month

Stocky and solidly built
The wide brimmed hat shading
his weathered face from the mid-day sun
 
A man of 86
not one to mince words
requesting one last ride before he kicks off
 
“I was practically born on one of these”
a longing in his eyes
he recounts distant memories
a log cabin in the mountains of Western Nevada
an uncle raising horses
 
In the saddle now,
he guides the pony around the corral   
a mischievous grin spreading across his face