Poems - Week 2

I realize that I am attempting to catch up on 3 months of blogging in ten minutes, but what do you expect from someone who is planning a wedding, student teaching, working as a waitress, and attempting to keep the house semi-clean....?
So, here is my second poem, that was supposed to be a bout a memory. Yes, it is a cop-out because it is not traumatic, but hey its a memory nonetheless.....

Rodeo Dreams

Saddle soap and leather

Blend into

An intoxicating haze.

I go back –

Back to the days

Of Daddy and Daughter.

Marty Robbins melody

Drifting from

A vintage victrola,

While a worn saddle

And sofa arm

Become a

Bucking bronco .

Like sugarplum fairies

Rodeo clowns and Cowboys

Danced through my mind

Taking me to another time.

An innocent time

Of make believe –

Precious, to be cherished

For years and years

In memory….

Nice memory, but not a favorite in the way of poems...