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Rocking Horse Cowboy
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Rocking Horse Cowboy |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Rocking Horse Cowboy Barely three, the cowboy sits astride his plastic stallion set on springs Holding on with one tiny hand as he rocks and rides and swings Faster he gallops, whooping he yells His finger pointed as though a gun he shoots bad guys to protect us smiling broadly, having so much fun He wants to eat while sitting there so it’s corn dogs and grilled cheese Holding his cup, he drinks his juice and remembers to say thanks and please At the end of the day, tired from play he lets me take him from his steed As I carry him to bed, I look at him amazed that he’s growing like a weed *** Those days are gone, he’s thirty now his rocking horse was sold long ago When he drives, I still catch a glimpse a that Rocking Horse Cowboy I used to know |
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Marge Tindal 
since 1999-11-06
Posts 42384Florida's Foreverly Shores |
PoetdeVine~ You get Monday's Awwwwwww ! Award ...  Had three of those little 'John Wayne' imitators myself ... Know just how precious those memories are. ADORABLE ! ~*Marge*~ ~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~ |
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Poet deVine
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-05-26
Posts 22612Hurricane Alley |
Thanks Marge! There's something about pretending to be a cowboy that most 'little men' can't seem to grow out of!! |
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Corinne Member Ascendant
since 1999-10-28
Posts 5167state of confusion |
This is so sweet, and I can definitely relate! Mine are 6 and 9, but already I recall when they were babies! Thanks for sharing! Corinne |
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Kit McCallum
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Member Laureate
since 2000-04-30
Posts 14774Ontario, Canada |
Awwwww, smiling and sighing with Marge. This was adorable Sharon. Your 30 year old cowboy brought back some sweet memories for you!  Best wishes, /Kit |
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Mabel A. Dilley Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 859Seattle, WA, USA |
My family actually saved one of the rocking horses made from wood. It been a wild stallion to many in my family. As I rightly recall, all of us were horse crazy and remain so, only now they are alive and much taller. Such a nice memory you brought us. "I am not now that which I have been." |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Sharon, this is absolutely charming. Have you shown it to him? (o: So nice, these wistful memories, aren't they? Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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serenity blaze Member Empyrean
since 2000-02-02
Posts 27738 |
Sharon...this was downright inspired!!! |
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OWG Member
since 2001-03-19
Posts 155California |
way cool De Vine...off the cover of the Sat Eve Post..in the good old days..dug it much |
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suthern
since 1999-07-29
Posts 20723Louisiana |
What a wonderful memory! This is great, PDV... thanks so much for sharing. *S* |
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Celeste Senior Member
since 2000-11-11
Posts 597 |
Gentle smile...........very nice write, Poet DeVine! A mother's reflection. Just beautiful! The greatest part of a writer's time is spent in reading, in order to write; a man will turn over half a library to make one book. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
Oh my...I am hoping we have a little boy with this next Grandchild as I have saved this for him to read! The child in me comes alive on reads like this...thank you for a "ride 'em cowboy moment" and such a precious one too, this was simply the cutest thing I have read in a long time. Great job! |
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ethome Member Patricius
since 2000-05-14
Posts 11858New Brunswick Canada |
I don't know how you could write anything that could explain the depth of a mother's love more than this does. Those memories never go away and the blood runs right through the birth veins of the heart out into this world of experiences where the role changes as the growth takes place but the love never changes.....I thought that this was delightful in so many ways! The poet is like a cocoon; in him the caterpillar of the past finds rest, and from him the butterfly of the future emerges. |
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Joyce Johnson
since 2001-03-10
Posts 9912Washington State |
I do love this. So many memories to dredge up, when I read these pages. Thank you, Joyce |
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JLR Senior Member
since 2001-02-04
Posts 1785 |
This is so great, brought back memories of a little boy doing the same, gun in hand...yelling, 'I shoot the smurfs!!'. Thanks! |
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coyote Senior Member
since 2001-03-17
Posts 1077 |
My boys are grown too. God, I miss it! You brought a tear to my eye with this piece. But my grandson's are next. Life goes on? "The poet is the priest of the invisible." |
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Saunni Senior Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 1777West Virginia |
Aww, this is too cool! I can see why it would be a little sad. I have a two year old boy that likes to squirt me with his water gun. Wish mine would do the cowboy thing, maybe then I wouldn't have any cold surprises lol. I can't imagine my son being 30. This is such a cool read. Sauni Sauni :) |
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SpitFire Member Elite
since 2000-04-19
Posts 2396 |
~This is just Touching DeVine! Enjoyed. . *Peace. |
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Paula Finn Member Ascendant
since 2000-06-17
Posts 5546missouri |
My boys are grown...but I sure remember these days...and even farther back to my own spring pony...my son often rocked himself to sleep on his...thanks for the memory PDV |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
I have a thirty year old cowboy myself...you have brought back some sweet memories with this poem. |
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Panne415 Member
since 2001-03-21
Posts 104San Antonio |
This is such a great memory - as an ex cowgirl myself, and after watching my 4 siblings and my children on their rocking horses - all the same hand me down one - I can truly relate to this. Nicely done. Thanks, Panne |
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Dark Angel Member Patricius
since 1999-08-04
Posts 10095 |
Awwww Sharon this is so sweet I remember when my brother and I used to play Cowboy's and Indian's. Wahoooo get 'em pardner! Loved it, thanks for the memories Maree I may know the word but not say it I may know the truth but not face it I may hear a sound a whisper sacred and profound but turn my head indifferent. Natalie Merchant [This message has been edited by Dark Angel (edited 03-22-2001).] |
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