Rocking Horse Poems - Poems about Rocking Horse

Though little Suzie was wild about horses, she was too young to ride, At just five golden years old. Like summer faded, where nature sighed. Playful Suzie longed to visit Banbury Cross, a place she had not been. Her older siblings told exciting tales of it, like spring, alive with green! For Little Suzie's birthday, her parents had given...

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I never had a rocking-horse Having read books of rich boys having one, I wanted one too. I found the tail of a rocking horse, at home, I fastened the tail on the gate into the yard. I sat on the gate swinging through and thro and for a moment I was Hopalong Cassidy till the hinges broke and...

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The Rocking Horse Cowboy I’m king of the rocking horse--cowboys I yea ha along with the best Me finger and thumb I use as a gun And ride the top horse in the west I ride the top horse in the west He’s sturdy and ready to please It’s no big deal When he shares my meal I feed him fish-fingers and peas I feed him...

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A rocking horse is a child's toy, usually shaped like a horse and mounted on rockers similar to a rocking chair. Predecessors of the rocking horse may be seen in the rocking cradle, the tilting seats used during the Middle Ages for jousting practice as well as the wheeled hobby horse. The toy in its current form did not appear before the 17th century, though some conflicting sources note medieval manuscripts including references to carved rocking horses, presumably of the toy kind....

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movement swaying full hips circle circle avoiding touch heat stroke stroke long, deep, and hard rhythmic rhythmic overflowing waves rock rocking stallion ridden sleep comes coming home lullaby sweet sound soundless dawn breaks the night cock crows crows flock in fertile fields hybrid high bred the son is born again...

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no one can really understand insanity it sinks below depths of our humanity something so small, a grenade, atomic mess, bodies blown to bits as the gas suffocated earth- it's that clench, that gasp- that knot you fear. And it eats you alive the more you endure such imaginative qualities, and you sit there unknowingful uninformed; while envy develops; you sat there admitting in horribly brutal honesty- but your eyes forgot the...

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