Pony of Mine
Pony, take me south to see
mountains, meadows. Lucky me!
Take me past the waterfall
trot by woods where trees are tall;
prance along the forest trail
by the stream where leaf-boats sail;
race the wild ones you’ve befriended,
play until the day has ended.
Tell your newfound friends goodbye
as the sun drops from the sky.
Make your little feet take flight
homeward bound before the night.
In your stable may you sleep,
Little Pony, mine to keep.
© 2013 Freeda Baker Nichols
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Freeda Baker Nichols 
I love the poem and the photos, especially the meadow of yellow flowers. Ann
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Thank you, Ann.
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The place you live looks fabulous too! I know two people online from the Ozarks, I think, now three. Ann
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Thank you. Where do you call home?
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Rochester, Kent, SE England, though I’m originally from Northumberland (Scottish border) and I’ve lived in London, Brighton, Sussex, Dubai, Cayman Islands and France. I’m exhausted just making the list! Ann
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Interesting!
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Thanks.
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Makes me long to go for a ride through the woods. Always wanted a horse. Lovely poem and lucky you!
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The pony in the picture belongs to my grandson, a teenager. I never had my own horse. My brother had a horse as we were growing up. My husband has had horses, so I’ve been around them. I love horses. They are beautiful animals. Thanks for commenting, Patricia.
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Another good one. Photos are perfect with this poem.
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Thanks, Ginger. Photos are a challenge sometimes.
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Love this, Freeda!
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Hi, Catherine, and thanks!
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