2 || Twas once a princess

I was once a princess.
I belong to this land.
I am young.
I am free.
I am young and wild and free.

That day was my birthday.
I was in my favourite red gown.
Freestyle red curly hair.
I got my first horse as a birthday present.
I do not have to learn how to ride a horse.
It feels like it is in my bones.
I bowed to the chestnut horse and he bowed back.

We rode, ran and had fun.
Freely, on the grass.

I was a princess.
A princess belongs to this piece of Celtic land.

A place that I accidentally visited on Australia Day in 2025.
The 26 January that I can never forget.
Just because it feels like home.