A Toast To
by Tricia Sutton
of pure love
of a mystical place
home, to Ojai, where I was born to live
To the enchanting mountain views
to the intoxicating scent of orange
shady bike trails
and Celtic folk concerts in the park
To never a cold day
to friends with money
Oh, what I had and what I lost
Those were the best of my days
in spite of a few
No shadows preside o'er the magical place
in a magical time
before the progressively merciless world
had yet to proclaim me
Like an old song
like a photograph of your dog, Sue
nothing says "ahh memories"
more than that familiar smell of horsey
The odor of pure bliss, that's what
Horseshit does to me.
Tricia Sutton has many
talents, none of which is writing poetry. She has
actually led herself to believe that a character
from her newly completed novel wrote this piece.
She blames many things on her fictional
characters. For a complete list of the brave
magazines that published her stories, please
visit her blog at http://dfmil09.wordpress.com/publications/.