This Children’s Poem . . .

. . . To my readers,
This children’s poem is still in progress. Sometimes a poem is in progress for years before it’s complete. Amazing, isn’t ?  But I enjoy this poem and want to share it along with my photos. I hope you enjoy it, too, and that some of you might read it to your children or grandchildren. Thanks.

Blue lily, day lily,
what do you say, lily?
Have you seen Felicia,
the filly?

She jumped over the jonquils
out there by the pond
and pranced through the peonies
down in the front yard.
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Blue lily, day lily,
what do you say, lily?
Where will Felicia,
the filly,
spend cold winter days?

There in the mountains of snow
where Red River rushes with glee,
where cowboys no longer chase horses
and horses forever run free.
© 2014 Freeda Baker Nichols
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NaBloPoMo#24 Pony of Mine


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;DSC_0772
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