Toy Horse
His body made of yarn,
Stuffed with fibrefill;
His tail two strands of white—
The rest had fallen out.
Yet, in my mind he shone with pride,
Trotted, cantered, ‘cross the fields;
Mane and tail flowing free,
Head held high with pride.
25 October 2015
OctPoWriMo 25 - Toy Horse
Today's prompt asks us to remember our favourite toy from childhood. I had a horse my mom crocheted for me that went everywhere with me, fueling my imagination.
Toy Horse
His body made of yarn,
Stuffed with fibrefill;
His tail two strands of white—
The rest had fallen out.
Yet, in my mind he shone with pride,
Trotted, cantered, ‘cross the fields;
Mane and tail flowing free,
Head held high with pride.
Toy Horse
His body made of yarn,
Stuffed with fibrefill;
His tail two strands of white—
The rest had fallen out.
Yet, in my mind he shone with pride,
Trotted, cantered, ‘cross the fields;
Mane and tail flowing free,
Head held high with pride.
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A great toy horse.
ReplyDeleteWonderful childhood memory!
ReplyDeleteChildhood memories are a whiff of fresh air :)
ReplyDeleteYes! A horse...if we couldn't have a real one, our toy ones were the next best thing! :)
ReplyDeleteYou have reminded me that I had a hobby horse which I loved.
ReplyDeletesmart words there.
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Beautiful ...
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