Best Nostalgiahorse Poems
When grandpa was courtin' grandma, in those sweet days that are long past..
There were no automobiles to drive them, transportation wasn't very fast.
They had to make do with what they had, which was usually a horse and buggy.
And on those summer nights there was no air conditioning, and it could be most muggy.
They had no airplanes, no fancy restuarants, no laptops or PC's.
But they had a big full moon in a starry sky, and stole kisses in the night breeze.
They had no television or movie shows to depend on for a date.
But they did have imaginations to help them find a mate.
Grandpa would ask grandma very shyly if he could have a kiss.
And she'd say no and turn her head and pucker, grandpa would never miss.
And she'd say, "Golly gee, oh my!" And he'd say, "Wow! Oh me, oh my!"
And then his arm would slip around her, while they were looking in the sky!
And Christmas time was especially nice because there was usually snow.
They'd hitch the horse up to a sleigh and off they both would go.
Sliding on the snow so white and slick, they always had such fun.
Even when the sleigh got stuck and they got out to run.
Yes when grandpa courted grandma, in those lovely days of yore,
The clothes back in that day, were different that they wore.
Grandpas knickers were the height of fashion and grandmas long dresses were divine.
And it really didn't matter much because it was that time.
But wouldn't you dear hearts agree, if we could just go back.
And visit in that time again how much we'd like to pack.
Of grandpa's strong convictions and grandma's virtues fine.
And bring a little back with us, yes, to this day and time.
When I was only four years old
I'd ride my mama's broom
I'd chase those villains everywhere
Well, until she swept the room
She kept it in the kitchen corner
I called it his corral
Whenever trouble came to town
I'd reach for my best pal
Now every cowboy needs a horse
And mine was the best of all
Cause when he finished fighting crime
He cleaned up his own stall
Now Roy Rogers had his Trigger
And Tonto had his Scout
And though my horse never had a name
He was loyal without a doubt
I rode that stick horse everywhere
Until the vacuum took his place
A friend like that was hard to find
And impossible to replace
To tame a horse in freezing winter
One plays a childish "hide and seek"
Caress its mane with future spring
and kiss the hazel moist with love.
Distract its pain with sandy gallops
Along the turquoise dreams of freedom
And while you heal the reddish wound
Recount the legend of the horse with wings.
There won't be saddles only clouds
That sometimes shed rainbows of tears
As darkness falls on killing fields
My soul is neighing as echoes cry...
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