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April Brooks was four years old, prattling a blue streak, like comets; Or backwards walking time, seizing swiftly, days of golden promise. April lived with parents and older sister, in the sunshine of a valley; And petals wore dew pearls and fragrance, all along the green alley. April and sister, Dawn, loved horses, though still too young to ride; But, they adored fairy-tales about them, like lilac, at rose's bedside. Fuchsia was the color of fall skies, and the fun year was fading away, When friends of the family called. Jet night fell, amidst a leafy display. Trees were festooned with flowers, and fiddlers fancied live concerts; As family arrived in fawning, fresh gusts, like tomorrow, e'er onward. April lived in the house of sateen dreams, of peppy horses, prancing; And the toy horses were often in motion, like bygone days, glancing. Pie in the sky sun turned plum and cherry, above the path of peonies, That led to their large backyard. It was so park-like, pretty and sunny! Narcissistic sun of all necessity, rose orange, and neighbors came by; For each natural joy has its own niche in time, like the rainbow nearby. 'Cercis whitewater' plants cascaded, at times pinkly, and often cream; As 'crocosmia lucifer' got full of the devil, in the heat of noon, supreme. Exotic ones were espying moon, thru the gaze of 'yellow tiger eye viola,' When ball shaped, 'star orchids' lit up the ground, adored from cupolas. April and Dawn shared a room, like they'd so soon be sharing secrets. One night, April had a nightmare, that also awoke Dawn, to her regret! Mother appeared, having heard the uproar, like a mulberry rose storm; Then Mother sang a beautiful lullaby, her voice like a blanket, so warm. No one could soothe like Mother! No wonder she is queen of our hearts In a world of trouble, where love is alive, Mother lights love's first spark! 'Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep, my little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses Dapples and grays, pintos and bays All the pretty little horses! Way down yonder In the meadow Poor little baby, crying Mama Birds and the butterflies Flutter round his eyes Poor little baby crying Mamma. Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep, my little baby When you wake, you shall have All the pretty little horses Dapples and grays, pintos and bays All the pretty little horses!'

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Date: 3/4/2025 5:39:00 AM
Dear Evelyn, O' how you swept me into a world of innocence, wonder, and warmth just like stepping into a childhood dream where love is a lullaby and time drifts like petals in the breeze. This was pure, heartfelt magic. Beautifully done! Spring Blessings, My Dear Friend, Daniel
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/4/2025 2:18:00 PM
I'm so happy to hear that you were swept away by this poem, dear friend. Thank you for your heartwarming, uplifting comments! I wish you all the joys of the coming season, as well. :)
Date: 3/3/2025 6:28:00 PM
'No one could soothe like Mother!' ... Taming the nightmare is gentle and calming read dear poet. love the lullaby 'Hush-a-bye, don't you cry Go to sleep, my little baby' amazing, happy writing dear poet.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/4/2025 1:58:00 PM
Thank you for the pleasure of your kind words of esteem, Thriveni. Best wishes. :)
Date: 3/3/2025 5:52:00 AM
So lovely! A fave! Love the alliteration and how color pops from the scene, also narcissitic sun… Pie in the sky sun turned plum and cherry…and so much more. Hugs
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/3/2025 12:14:00 PM
Your words fill me with keen delight! Thank you for them, and for your lovely fave. Hugs returned
Date: 3/2/2025 1:40:00 AM
A poem that paints the life of young April Brooks and her family. A vivid picture of horses and nature. April has a nightmare which awakens her sister, Dawn. Their mother comes to soothe them by singing a beautiful lullaby. The poem ends with the full lyrics of the lullaby, "All the Pretty Little Horses," sung by her mother. Just beautiful.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/2/2025 8:36:00 PM
Victor, thank you very much for your valuable comment. I am gladdened by your warm appreciation.
Date: 3/1/2025 3:21:00 AM
so lovely to hear about this adorable little girl, this is a loving poem, and i really loved the final poem, just a wonder
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/1/2025 8:25:00 PM
Thank you, Yann, for your words of delight and inspiration. Have a nice weekend. :)
Date: 2/28/2025 9:03:00 PM
I never heard this one, but it's very lively. Toy rocking horses are wonderful pretend companions. I greatly enjoyed this lullaby poem.
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Evelyn Judy Buehler
Date: 3/1/2025 8:20:00 PM
Hilda, thank you very much for the great pleasure of your comment. Have a nice weekend. :)

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