Painted Horses Leaping
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Painted horses leaping, faster and faster,
I hold on tightly as my tangled hair is flying;
a sweet carnival memory of a childhood summer.
Painted horses leaping!
The amusement park is twirling and whirling,
of this horse, I alone, am the master;
father is holding me, to keep me from falling.
My dappled horse is quite a leaper!
The Merry Go Round is now gently slowing,
and I kiss my painted horse on his head;
"Can I ride him again, please father?
Painted horses leaping!
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August 16, 2013
Poetry/Verse/Painted Horses Leaping
Copyright Protected, ID 13-1234-208-0
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Submitted into Strand Choice A Contest
sponsor, Brian Strand
Honorable Mention
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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