Painted horses are not just made of wood, they are painted with memories.
Quote by _Bette Largent
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Like all other kids I loved carousel horses, to me they moved with magical forces; So, delighted when father took me to the fair, I rode a painted horse without a care. Father watched me from the side waving his arm high, that night . . . I dreamt of riding in the sky; We went again and I picked a different one, saying- this one can really leap and run. I tried all the painted horses going round- round, with the carousel music . . . a sweet sound; in time, I was given my own real horse to ride, but painted horses rode by my side. _____________________________ March 18, 2020 Poetry/Rhyme/The Painted Horses Copyright Protected, ID 20-1237-249-03 All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance LA France Written for the contest, Carousel Picture Prompt sponsor, Eve Roper First Place
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