Dauntless
Dauntless and daring,
valiant and brave,
she stepped to the plate
and unsheathed her stave.
She took a strong swing
and penned some good words,
then ran all the bases
and hoped she'd been heard.
It wasn't applause
from the throngs that she sought,
just the feeling of knowing
her thoughts had been caught
not snatched by wind
nor nabbed with a mitt
but caught and reread
by you where you sit.
Valiant and dauntless,
brave and daring,
she signed her name
to her soul she was baring.
by Donna JT Smith ©2024
I love this - you continue to amaze me. Curious, are you still riding?
ReplyDeleteTHAT is a good question. I had such a long time off with my husband's decline, and 3 bouts of nerve complications with vaccines, that I don't know for sure. My mind says let's go for it, but my body says it's not sure quite yet. So irritating!!
Delete