Painted Ponies

Somewhere there is a shore
where she rides painted ponies
on the sand,
each day starts with beach
walks and a multi-colored
each one ends with family
arriving unexpectedly
for dinner.
It is a place where dogs
never grow old
and children and grandchildren
always live next door.
she has found
her carousel
on the shore.


Carousel (Photo credit: mrpbps)


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2 responses to “Painted Ponies

  1. Great imagery. Very nice.

  2. Nice. The feeling this poem arouses in me is one of happiness.

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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