The Violet Horse
Posted on May 10, 2018
by Linda Lee Lyberg
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To be a creative child once more
dreaming of Rose the bright violet horse
to skip and play, counting only to four
hopscotching your way through life’s course.
Rose with her brilliant rainbow-hued mane
the finest hair glistening in golden sun
with sparkling prisms prancing in blued rain
daring you to chase and off you would run.
Ah, to be free and never have to toil again
facing each day with a child’s simple view
giggling and laughing, dancing in the rain
singing silly songs of how pigs once flew.
And though we all must grow up and age
and face the harsh realities of adult life
we should all remember to pull a page
from the book of youth that is free of strife.
Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Humble thanks!
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Perfect, wouldn’t it be marvelous to live those days again. Loved it and the image, thanks, have a great weekend, it’s nearly here.
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Yes, it would. Thank you Elsie! You too.
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We don’t know it at the time, but those were the good old days.
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Yes. Indeed they were. Thank you Andrew.
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