MY MEMORY

A NEIGHBOR GIRL

A MEMORY

 

Many years have wandered past, into the place where time travels.

 

The tall Black Walnut tree, which grew in the front yard of my Great

Grandmother Civilla’s home, could still be there, but maybe not.

 

The red headed girl, Joan Nedra Hall, who in the early 1950’s ran

Swiftly and noisily around and across the front and back yards, and

Around and around that old Black Walnut Tree, I remember so clearly.

 

A young girl, whose greatest wish in her youth was to be a horse.

 

I can still today see  her raise her head, allowing from the depth of her

inner being, let out the sound, the best, and of course the  Loudest

horses ‘whinny’ she could give, for all near to hear, that she Was there

to be seen, and to be heard. 

 

 Her bright red hair, tied in a ponytail, flowing as her tail, as she would

stomp her feet, then as fast as she could, race across the grass beneith

her feet to another Corner of the yard.   

 

She would look back, as  she ran, as I suppose She wanted to be sure the

other make believe members of her Herd were following their leader.   

Joan Nedra Hall, I wonder , after now , over fifty years have past,

I wonder,  if she has survived , as she would be in her late sixties.

 

Yes, I wonder if she might, just might, be looking out a window, watching,

seeing a memory of her youth as it races across a green lawn ……..

 

Somewhere in time.