Hurry the Horse

Hurry the horse is the basis of this story.
The invitation came with just a week till it's glory.
Graces 1st birthday party, well we simply have to go.
So off went Great Grandma and Grandpa to the lumber store in the snow.

5/4" board, 3/4" board, some glue and some screws.
They were so excited to share in the news.
But Grandpa had to hurry, had to get right to work.
So Grandma said I'll go put on the coffee to perk.

Grandpa worked steady, hard and true, but in the end there was just so much to do.
Two days to go, they resigned to a note.
We're making you a rocking horse is what they had wrote.

Uncle Bob offered to help him get it done.
Grandpa said, I think we can, and it sure would be more fun.
To give it to her at her party when she celebrates turning one.

So the day before the big event.
They both got down to task.
And time it flew right off the clock.
But they both determined this horse would rock, on the day of the party to give 
Grace a ride.
Time came to give Grace her present.
And all eyes flew open wide.
And you could just feel Grandma and Grandpa's hearts swelll up inside.

So thats the story of Hurry the horse.
Who came to be in a scamper and quite a force.
So happy birthday Grace, from Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle Bob.
We three have never had a more enjoyable job.

                                            THE END
Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Dietrich Avatar
May 10, 2012 at 9:51 PM
Rereading this one. It is sure a great story. And about my drunken pen story. I am the girl in the story that got drunk. I'm not sure if you realized that or not. It was actually a story just showing how I never really got to know what it feels like to be drunk because I went so quickly to sleep. The buzz from the beer was nice, but just wanted you to know that it was not a tale of woe at all. Just a memorable episode from my life that was funny for me. And of course, being a good little Mormon, I never did it again!
Freeman Avatar
June 28, 2011 at 1:22 PM
Robert, Congratulations on your beautiful third place poem, a pleasure to read. Agape, Moses
Wesley Avatar
June 26, 2011 at 1:01 PM
Dear Robert, I love this one too, your poems are a delight to read. Thank you for all your kind comments, that's what gives such joy knowing that others find something to satisfy. I am and will be a frequent visitor so keep on with your great stories. Love, LuLu (my nick name when I was little)
Dietrich Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 8:09 PM
Hey, way to go. I sure remember this "rocking" piece of poetry. Congratulations!
Dailey Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 6:14 PM
Good story poem bob. Mike
Taylor Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 4:21 PM
Congrats on 3rd Place, Bob. Excellent piece. Great job. Ralph
Johnson Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 3:52 PM
Great story Robert. Congratulations. I think I would take that I don't know out of there. You have a very nice rhyme or couplet. Joyce
Mehta Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 1:33 PM
My congratulations on the win in the contest of carol, robert
Sweetheart Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 12:37 PM
Congrats Robert on your excellent win in the horse contest with this exciting entry luv..enjoy..
Brown Avatar
June 23, 2011 at 11:47 AM
Congratulations and thank you for supporting my contest Robert. Love, Carol
Dietrich Avatar
June 8, 2011 at 9:43 PM
For the horse contest? that is called thinking outside the box!! I enjoyed this one. LUv, Andrea
Johnson Avatar
June 9, 2011 at 3:42 PM
Yeah, you me and Charlie. :)
Wesley Avatar
June 8, 2011 at 5:34 PM
I wish it was my birthday (:b3xw
Song Avatar
June 8, 2011 at 3:14 PM
Are u sure u 3 had enjoyable fun making this rocking horse? I would be stressed to the hilt! Such a cute poem on the dedication of parents to see every stepping stone of life as a joyous moment. Appreciated your "Horse" poem and great luck in the contest.Nice lines... hearts swell up inside! Loved your poem about MY Mother n Law. You can write anything u want, (just don't call her phat)! ha ha. Thanks Robert!
Johnson Avatar
June 9, 2011 at 3:24 PM
Labor of love is the ultimate reward. And I didn't say we had fun, just an enjoyalbe job. :)
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