The country fair

You accompanied me to the country fair,
dared me to ride a wild stallion there,
the sun was bright on that autumn day
and you had a string through your hair.

You smiled like angels do
with your eyes shining more blue
that the bright sky
and I was falling in love with you.

Pigs were pigs, so were cows, sheep
and chickens too, but you looked deep,
right into my soul
and I could have been asleep,

dreaming about your interest in me
but I felt free
with the horse galloping away
and riding it in glee

while it brought your brothers to a fall,
making huge men small
and in congratulations your lips were on mine
staying the only thing, of that day that I recall.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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