My Guest Author today is my Grandmother.
She wrote poems for almost every occasion.
Remember ‘bout 1924
You moved to my home town
It gave me quite a thrill to have
One near my age around.
We’d saddle up our “prancing steeds
Trusty Bluebird and flighty June
And go riding merrily on our way
The world was all in tune.
We’d go to town to get all the mail
As was the country rule
John offered us a change of steeds.
I said “Give me the pink mule.”
Many years have passed since then
When sisters we became
But the thrill of being close
Continues just the same.
My Grandmother on her horse, Bluebird 
Graduation Day