I remember the front porch
with wrought iron rails
and the peeling green paint.
The gate leading up the front walk
was much the same
only a darker shade of green.
I don’t remember walking through
but there I was on the sidewalk.
Was it the horse that lead me there?
He sure was beautiful
with his black mane and tail
and his big beautiful black eyes
with thick dark lashes.
At two I would have said he was brown
not knowing brown has different names
Now I can tell you he was Chestnut brown
and he was big, his legs taller than me
I must of heard him coming.
Clip clop, I remember the sound
of his hoofs clicking on pavement.
I still to this day love that sound.
I remember standing there
at the edge of the curb watching
his approach, hoping he’d stop
and he did, to my delight.
I could reach his belly to pat him
if I stood on my toes.
I asked the policeman the horse’s name
“Don’t you remember” he said
“I told you yesterday”
I still can’t remember the name
just everyday that summer
standing at the curb and waiting.
It was the first time I fell in love.
Author notes
This is one of my first memories, though I remember more things while living in Toronto. We moved there when I was one and moved out of the city when I was three, though my father still worked in the city and would take us there, so I still got to see the horses.
The only reason the policeman stopped was because he knew I wanted to see the horse and to send me back into the safety of the yard after a short chat.
A contest entry
- What is your earliest memory? by Judith Chandler.
590 points, ended November 2, 2008, 13 entries
Bronze trophy winner
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Awww. This is so cute and a really beautiful write.
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Thank you, I'm glad you smiled, now there's a start, that makes me smile.
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oh, this is really beautiful. you penned it so well, i was right there with you. well done!
sj
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Thank you for stopping by and the wonderful comment I really appreciate it.
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wow, I wish I could remember my first memory of seeing a horse.
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Memories are funny things, my most vivid memories are at a very early age.
Thank you for reading and commenting on my poem.
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How beautiful! This was my first love as well and I was luck enough to spend every summer of my younger years at the fair...loving on them, the power, their beauty and their smell...later I began to have my own and I have never stopped loving them...what wonderful memories and words for us all...
mystic
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Thank you, I went to the Exhibition every year in Toronto and the first place I headed to was the horse building, before the rides, the games, it was the horses I wanted to see. Some didn't like the smell but I loved it.
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You are so fortunate to have had a close relationship with a horse at such a young age. Animals are so important to children.
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Yes I was very fortunate, I still hope one day to have my own horse.
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Sweet, to tender and sweet....what a beautiful write of a pleasant memory!
Loved it!
Smile ♫
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Thank you, I'm glad you loved it, it is a good memory.
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