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 all of your 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.
© Freeda Baker Nichols
What a sweet tale/tail! A delight, and a charm.
xo,
Kathryn
PS—Love your new photo! 🙂
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Thank you, Kathryn!
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Reminds me of When I was Young in the Mountains…a rolling pony rhythm.
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Hi Alice! Thank you for your comment. 🙂
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I continue to float as I read your poems. They are so wonderful! Wish I had your gift.
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That’s kind of you and encourages me to keep writing them.
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A favorite of mine!
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I love this. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Spanishwoods. Glad you like this post.
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That was really sweet.
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It’s kinda one of my favorites. Thanks, Diane.
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Lovely, Freeda!
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It’s a reblog but I wanted to post the picture of the little ponies.
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