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The Eclectic Pen - The Carousel

By: Denise P. (RealBikersWearPink)   + 6 more  
Date Submitted: 2/29/2008
Last Updated: 4/9/2008
Genre: Literature & Fiction » Poetry
Words: 123

  He stands so still, he never moves
as all the others stamp their hooves.
Up and down, they go again,
but he stands still, even then.
The kids refuse to ride on him,
his paint is old, his eyes are dim.
But one small child he knows will be
there to ride at half past three.
The little boy sits so still;
he can't walk, he never will.
But, that old horse, he can ride
with his mother by his side.
Today he says that he's a knight.
this horse, his steed, is his delight.
When nighttime comes and lights are dim
you'd think that you could see him grin.
Because the horse has brought such joy
to that special little boy.

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Silvercat - - 3/1/2008 10:05 PM ET
Sweet! :)
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