You were always a head taller than me
Your slim, strong form
Perched on that fiery horse
Who was only gentle for you
In your presence I was brave and bold
In your aura I knew my worth
My words came free and easy
My thoughts skipped and danced
Your laugh made everything right
In your chuckle a million fairies gathered
Children reappeared like destiny
Grown men listened
Together we could ride into the country
Leaping fences, streams and boulders
Nothing too daunting
With you beside me
Because of you I think clearly
Find the options never seen before
Walk with grace and
Keep my eyes focused
Because of you I hear
The voices in my heart
And pay attention.
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This poem is dedicated to Rosa Fletcher, Stella Henderson, Annette Johnson, Margaret Ballew, Pose Crocker, Charlotte Silver, Miriam Robinson, Marie Stirling and Margaret Timmington.
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- You can find links to my published writings at: stirlingdavenport.com. These include two fantasy novels, a collection of short stories, and various stories and poems in anthologies. My website includes a link to my son Miles Ballew's children's book "Too Many Friends" with his great illustrations. My mainstream novel is out to agents, looking for a publisher. As always, writing is my calling, painting is my dharma, and I walk in nature to clear my head. The rest is just fiction.
1 comment:
this is lovely and filled with love, stirling... tell me about the dedication sometime, if you wish, i'm curious... i looked up the title. where you inspired by enya or was this a story that percolated with you in some other context? xoxoxoox
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