And ride them to the finish line.
Someday the horse will be a rip snorting bronco,
And I will be counting down the longest 8 seconds of my life.
Someday the horse will be a broken down old nag,
And I will get off and lead it on with promises of carrots and apples.
Someday the horse won't be a horse at all but an ostrich or a rhino or a sloth,
And I will decide to take a rain check on that particular horse.
I am going to turn my wishes into horses,
And ride them to the finish line.
Inspired by prompt #5 at Mama's Losin' It!
And linking up with Papa is a Preacher for TidBits Thursday.
just beautiful. loved it.
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I love this so much I want to brush it and saddle it and ride it right around the ring.
ReplyDeleteVery nice. And it explains the sloth in my stable :-)
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI can identify with those eight longest seconds of one's life. I just can't ever put those kinds of thoughts into poetry. Well-played.
ReplyDeleteOh, this is wonderful Michelle! I think I just might turn mine into horses too.
ReplyDeleteAnd I will see you in the finish line and shout "Congrats!"
ReplyDeleteVisiting from Larissa's party; nice.
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