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Have you ever seen bullfrog green jump across a Lilly pad?
Did you ever see gold moth bathing in a moonshine bath?
Do you watch as teal raindrops bless and baptize the stream?
Will you hear the wood windmill song it sings each spring?

I walk real close to the sandy coast where Nana and I share things
She told me once always have fun always be true and dream
I recall those days her voice her face I can still see her smile
The dandelions seemed less boring to me a wild city child

Papa came into the house with his muddy blue overalls
His gray mustache seems to shout louder than Pa talks

“The time is close and he is nearly broke come if you want to see
The albino pony being tamed from the only pack of wild ones near the creek”

My eyes grow big and I must admit I love excitement of any kind
So I dropped my book to have a look and ponder the pony so fine

The pony kicks and then it sits as if one final stubborn nerve exists
Then it saw me it started to scream and have all kind of fits
Papa says whew! This one likes you! Why don’t you say hi?
I was really too scared and had never dared to ride a pony or try

But for some reason I had a season of unusual courage to spare
I climbed the fence went straight to him
The pony with ice eyes white hair

As soon as I came close, he let out a little noise
It was as if he had hoped to find comfort in my voice

I didn’t know what to do or how I would earn his faith
But in a minute or two our eyes like glue
Stuck and we became mates

The pony calm was eating from my palm
And I feel a new esteem
Instead breaking the pony in
I feel he broke into me

Each day the boredom was swept away
By my pony friend indeed
I would feed him little treats change his hay
And he fed me spiritually

The pony still was a little strong willed
So no one was allowed
To ride him or take him anywhere
That was too far from the house
So times were slow even so the pony and I would play
He could do tricks and even dance a bit
If I ask him a certain way.

Pony bends and I get on him
Like the wind he rides to town
I find the nurse who was at church
And she calls others around.

So that summer I lost and found things
I would never willingly give up
Nana and kittens and Papa getting bitten
A pony and farm full of love.

A NOTABLE HORSE CONTEST
10/13/2021
SPONSOR ROBERT JAMES LIGUORI
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