Ode to an Impetuous Youth
He was an impetuous youth in the wrong year born.
Where others saw books and boards from a desk,
An open plain from his saddle on a horse.
Feet made for boots,
Hands made for ropes.
In a different time, another place, my brother
Would have been a cowboy.
The bold underlined words are prompts from Delores who gifted us with enigmatic phrases that fit well with my thoughts and mood.
Thank you, Delores.
Please check the peaceful unfrozen stream
in the upper right sidebar for a list of other participants.
I encourage you to join in.
Share your own mood and thoughts.