I once rode a horse
in the woods
off Hidden Valley Road.
I was maybe sixteen.
There was a gray stable
in the woods,
the trees wore green and yellow leaves,
birdsong echoed in clammy air.
My horse stood tall and brown.
I settled my hands around her neck
and she led me
with quiet confidence.
There was a sway
as she took me
along earthen trails.
It felt like we could go anywhere
in this lonely world.
Why do I hold onto this
memory
of Hidden Valley road?
I’m still trying,
it’s teaching me something.
Heather Sager
Saragun Springs 
Heather
This reminds me of the snapshots of the mind we all have. Ancient images from ago. The statements at the end of the work bring it home beaufifully.
Leila
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Heather
I really like the idea of being taught something by a happening and an animal.
Too many modern adults are too set in their ways and think they already know it all, whatever little it is they really do know. (That includes the clowns at the “highest levels” but is NOT limited to them.)
This poem has a meaning but the meaning is not crystal clear to the reader or the poet. That is called SYMBOL/ISM.
We live in an age that doesn’t understand its own symbols. Technology and materialism have become a Frankenstein monster as large as 20,000 nuclear bombs and a few billionaires and trillionaires while everyone else starves. And yet no one knows (or cares) what it MEANS. Back to the easy and meaningless distractions, which include saying (over and over again) how bad it all is!
If we could all see the world the way this poem asks us to do we would all be much better off, not in our bank accounts but in our being and inner knowing, which is both free and freedom-making. The horse is freedom available to anyone anywhere and any time as the Buddha and Hinduism all point out.
Dale
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Keep holding on to those memories and experiences. The ones that stick with you usually have something to say, as this fine poem expresses.
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