Horseshoe

Old and rusted, a symbol of luck.
Worn away edges where hooves once struck.
The holes where nails once held it on tight,
Worn out metal seemed to shine so bright.
Soon the grip began to come unstuck
And the arch of steel then lost its fight.

Childhood memories of excitement and fun,
My love for horses had only just begun.
Riding each weekend for hours and hours;
Over fields and creeks, and bushes and flowers.
The days I spent on horseback under the sun
Gave me feelings of having superpowers.

This arch of smooth sparkly steel signifies my childhood love,
And memories that I could never begin to get rid of.
A piece of cold moulded metal with no purpose anymore
Is now only used to represent memories, and as décor.
It used to be hidden out of sight, but take a look above–
Triumphantly it now stands, overhead my bedroom door.