»
Archives
»
Open Poetry #38
»
The Legend of Rondo
| Open Poetry #38 |
|
The Legend of Rondo |
|
|
aziza Member Elite
since 2006-07-09
Posts 2995Lumpy Oatmeal makes me Crazy! |
He was old to me But I was young. He stood steady as we played beneath him. I think he liked us there. We grew up with him And he loved us as we loved him And he loved the jawbreakers we brought him from town. Up and down His head went Up and down Nodding as he savored each and his tail swished away the flies He almost seemed to smile as if to say I trained them well. Try to ride him though! He only knew one way one direction that led to home. He thrilled a young girl’s heart and now – he lives in her memory. And now – maybe yours too. Oh! Did I tell you that he went into the kitchen and ate the centers out of four pumpkin pies. That is what legends are made of. The legend of Rondo. More than a horse More than a family member. He is a legend in my own time. aziza |
||
| © Copyright 2006 Alison - All Rights Reserved | |||
|
divine chaos Senior Member
since 2006-07-09
Posts 617dancing 'neath the moon |
awww, I had a horse when I was little too She only took bites outta people though, not pumpkin pies lol love this, shuga ~*Sheli*~ By words the mind is winged |
||
|
LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
very nice write, I'm sitting here with a great big smile on my face, remembering my Mr. Brick...and 18 hand high pure white open jumper, who I mangaged to turn into a lap dog. hehehe, loved this, and thank you for the plesant memories. |
||
|
|
⇧ top of page ⇧ |
|
| All times are ET (US). All dates are in Year-Month-Day format. | ||
