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My Rocking Horse

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Once I had a rocking horse

I rode from here to there.

Its little red wood rockers

Helped it rock me everywhere.

I think I rode through Texas

And I’m sure I stopped to shoot

At least a dozen gunslingers

In spurs and cowboy boots.

I rode the varnish off the floor

And faster did I gallop

Until that old horse threw me off

And gave me quite a wallop;

But I climbed right back in the saddle

And soon subdued that horse;

Though it was tired of galloping fast,

So I slowed down of course.

Time passed and I outgrew my steed

And it was taken from my home,

But it left behind these happy thoughts

About how I rocked and roamed.

 Edwina Williams

Read More articles, stories and poems by Edwina Williams at:    www.trovemagazine.com

 

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