Nana Papa Pony and Me Edited

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