The Horse of Dreams

the horse of dreams I never had a rocking horse, but having read about rich kids having one, I wanted one too. On a dump, I found the tail of a rocking horse fastened the end to the gate into the yard. Sitting on the gate, swinging through and thro and for a moment, I was Hoppalong Cassidy till the hinges broke, I fell off. The owner of the property swore, thought it was the work of hooligans. Years late, mother found the horsetail behind the wardrobe, by then I was grown up and didn’t bother with childish things.