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Posted by Claudia Moser
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Blogging For Fun, another week's challenge, this time based on the picture below:
Sometime ago I found a poem which I believe describes best what a child feels like while on the ride.
Carousel
by Dahlia Rose
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 hoses, his steed,
Is his delight.
When nighttime comes
And bright lights dim
You'd think that you
Could see him grin.
Because this horse
Has brought such joy
To that special
Little boy.
And on a personal note, this is one my friend's boy enjoying his ride together with his mother, priceless right?
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Sometime ago I found a poem which I believe describes best what a child feels like while on the ride.
Carousel
by Dahlia Rose
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 hoses, his steed,
Is his delight.
When nighttime comes
And bright lights dim
You'd think that you
Could see him grin.
Because this horse
Has brought such joy
To that special
Little boy.
And on a personal note, this is one my friend's boy enjoying his ride together with his mother, priceless right?
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