My Carousel Horse
When I was three I loved riding my wooden horse, going round and round would keep me on course. I would ride him up and then down, then we would go back around.
When I had children of my own, my wooden horse was loved by daughter Joan. She would ride and ride, with her eyes opened wide.
Now my grandchild loves my wooden horse, I can hear giddy up in her voice. Boy how time has blown by, now I watch my wooden horse and just sigh.
Date Written: 3/18/2020
Honorable Mention STRAND no 750, any form, any theme Contest Judged: 5/12/2020 Sponsored by: Brian Strand
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