Pegasus 1952
He fashed before
my eyes amazed
at twilight raced
across the sky.
His body purest red,
nostrils flared,
he tossed his head.
His crimsom wings
so grand, so wide,
I longed, I begged,
to take a ride.
A child, with dreams
earthbound dismay,
I watched.
He pranced,
he blazed,
away...
(Flying Stallion for Mobile Gas..The electric red horse was on the side of a blimp
that flew across the sky at evenings to advertise Mobile gasoline. To me, this
was a real horse)
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