Girl Riding a Horse in a Field of Sunflowers
Sitting perfectly upright,
contented and pensive,
she holds in one hand,
loosely, the reins of summer:
the green of trees and bushes;
the blue of lake water;
the red of her jacket
and open collar; the brown
of her pinned-up hair,
and her horse, deep
in the yellow of sunflowers.
When she stops to rest,
summer rests.
When she decides to leave,
there goes summer
over the hill.
contented and pensive,
she holds in one hand,
loosely, the reins of summer:
the green of trees and bushes;
the blue of lake water;
the red of her jacket
and open collar; the brown
of her pinned-up hair,
and her horse, deep
in the yellow of sunflowers.
When she stops to rest,
summer rests.
When she decides to leave,
there goes summer
over the hill.
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We do not accept unsolicited submissions. American Life in Poetry is made possible by The Poetry Foundation (www.poetryfoundation.org), publisher of Poetry magazine. It is also supported by the Department of English at the University of Nebraska-Lincoln. Poem copyright ©2009 by David Allan Evans from his most recent book of poems, This Water. These Rocks. San Francisco Bay Press, 2009. Reprinted by permission of David Allan Evans and the publisher. Introduction copyright © 2024 by The Poetry Foundation.