A Stick Horse
My grandson is running around the cul-de-sac
Riding bareback
On horseback
Yelling giddy up Jack.
Whoa! Jack.
Grandma do you have my backpack?
Can we please have a snack?
A horse head on a long stick done in soft black
And brown material whinnies when my grand-
Son gives him an apple snack.
My grandson gives his rump a little whack
Then yells let's go Jack
Off they go running around the cal-de-sac.
The greatest part is I am getting this on Kodak.
There's nothing a child's imagination lacks.
I think I will extend
His time for a little while longer before the magic
Comes to an end.
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