Painted Horses Leaping
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.
"Can I ride it again, please father?
Painted horses leaping!
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August 16, 2013
Poetry/Rhyme/Painted Horses Leaping
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All Rights Reserved, 2013, Constance La France
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2013
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