The boy and girl rode westward from the stables that fine day
T'was the end of the summer and first date since they had met
The girl seated on the Chestnut and boy on a dark bay
They'd talked all summer without being alone as yet

Soon they would both leave for different colleges and careers
Their passion for riding would become a distance memory
The simple life would soon become a thing of passing years
Their equestrian accomplishments probably past glory

Hours later they came to a clearing overlooking a stream
A tall silver maple marked the unique dining spot
An equisite place for picnic lunches and a summer dream
The warm summer breeze making the shade so very quickly sought

They tethered horses to a poplar near the clearing
They had brought sanwiches, fruit, pie and wine with plastic glass
The boy with arms ladden and the girl with golden earring
They sat on red and white linen nostalgic of the past

Chatting of the hot summer gone they smiled and laughed
Talked of hopes and dreams and futures that would come to pass
They quickly spoke of things to be as white wine they quaffed
Conversing the honey bees buzzed just above the lass

A hive in branches high above were home to queen and drones
The hansome boy and fair haired girl enjoying chatter
Then came a time when girl and boy spoke in more muted tones
Perhaps Sensing smell of wildflowers abundant scatter

They both fought for single fork that was meant for the apple pie
As if on queue the breeze ceased as if halted in time
As wrestling ceased each caught the other's inquiring eye
Each gentle leaf bent closer as if intent to see a crime

Hand caressed her chin gently to see what was amiss
The meeting of eyes closed out the sense of earthly world
He bent down and while caressing her cheek did steal a kiss
A hummingbird hovered as the girl's hair unfurled

Secure under the maple's canopy of silver green light
Tenderley embraced in passion they whiled away hours
Amongst the satin patina of the hummingbird's flight,
buzz of the honey bee, and fragrant hint of wildflowers

The sun drifted west unveiling the couple to sun's ray
They were no longer under the great maple's safe mantle
They packed not envying the promise of end of day
They road double with girl behind the boys saddle cantle

As they sadly parted and went their own seperate ways
With Visions of ride to the stream and silver maple trees
They knew that they would often remember bright summer days
Luscious beauty of nature and the warm summer breeze

Secure under the maple's canopy of silver green light
Tenderley embraced in passion they whiled away hours
Amongst the satin patina of the hummingbird's flight,
buzz of the honey bee, and fragrant hint of wildflowers