The annual Pony Express Re-Ride came through here on June 27. It’s a challenge to get my timing right for seeing the hand-off from one horse to the next, even if I know the roads – the traffic! – in this part of the ride. My dog and I prefer the unpaved trails.
Up & Running
Head high, ears folded back
to hear me running behind him,
my dog’s a poor-man’s pony.
I think of the Pony –
day & night ten days
across half the continent.
Everything is different now,
asphalt under hooves
running with rush hour traffic.
We reach a country road,
I tell my dog “hustle!”
and we make it across.
That speeding truck
is heftier than any horse,
with a grille like flashing teeth.
Today our trail is earth
shaded by oaks and pines,
we travel light, no mailbags.
~ Taylor Graham
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