A Ride With Old Queen

My mother shared many of her stories with me both in her memoirs and telling them to me as we sipped tea together. Some of her tales that I especially liked I used for inspiration for poems about that particular happening. This poem is one I wrote about Old Queen, one of the horses my mother and siblings used to ride and drive.

Heavy Snow on country roads
Made travel hard, but fun.
Old Queen hitched to the cutter
Could give us quite a run.

A Sunday visit miles away
Left sis and I quite scared.
Old Queen hitched to the cutter
Pulled us faster than we cared.

We never knew the reason
Why shy hurried with her load,
But Queen hitched to the cutter
Really sprinted down the road.

Sis hollered "Whoa" and pulled the reins
For she could do no more,
But Queen hitched to the cutter
Went faster than before.

The cutter hitched to close it seemed
Would hit her on the heels,
And Queen hitched to the cutter
Couldn't tell us how it feels.

We made it home with time to spare
From Sunday's little trip,
And Queen hitched to the cutter
Had never felt the whip.

Audrey H 2/9/1991

Comments: 10

DARCEY D. Jan 25, 2007, 8:24pm UTC

This is a beautiful poem audrey that flows I worry when Queen bolted a bit but we got home safley I felt like I was on the buggy with you,I loved this poem it has a real country theme. PS My conection to you was mistakenly deleted, well everyones for that matter I appoligise I definitly value your connection I have learnt so much from reading your poetry and articals.
Thank you Darcey.