The Story Begins…


Adrift on autumn breeze

Memories, like leaves

Carried through air before

Falling soft upon first frost

It was summer when we met

I, just a small child

Hair in dark ponytail

Feet in little red tennies

Jeans and checked shirt

Were suitable for

Attending rodeo

My parents went to get

Refreshments, never returned

But I found you

Back of the chutes

Impressed you with

Precocious knowledge

Of your career stats

Names of broncs you

Drew, high-point rides

But I could tell you

Nothing about myself

Beyond first name

I would become

Your foundling child

Consume your heart

With trembling flame

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