Getting together on Christmas Eve The stories keep getting bigger Like the time when I rode a "quarter horse" Made of iron...his name was "Trigger" He waited outside of Walmart He was cold as cold could be Putting a quarter in "Trigger" Was like what the West should be Day dreams in crowds of hundreds Coming and going from cars Doors that opened like magic Like swinging doors on those bars When out pop a dude with a six gun All beaded eyes in a glare Stare down a baby in diapers Or a sweet thing in pink underwear Cowpoke of the steel horse parking lot Muse of the mule at the mall Some of us rode the broomsticks While short but riding so tall Imaginations alive and well No TV to dampen our lot Dreaming of fiending off Indians While being a towheaded tot Some of us mobile while others Were stationary Mall kids with toys Chasing our visionary playthings Just me and my broomstick cowboys It is how a child would wonder We'd awe at the little things The days of yonder in parking lots With Christmas pulling our dreams The wonder and mind of the children Its changed in the ways that its fed The kids all dream for the mission When sugarplums dance in their heads When parents are focused on Santa When tots are left with what seems When children dance with their fancy Mere broomsticks and iron horse daydreams.
I remember many a quarter horse ride, and broomstick horses too.
Times were much simpler then, and I think overall children were much happier. They were allowed the time to be children without being forced to grow up too soon. Really enjoyed this!
Oh such pleasant memories are stirring in this write of a gentler time when money was scarce but love was bountiful, kids could be left to play on a toy horse without fear, and parents were listened to when they spoke. The innocence of the child fades quicker in today's world I am afraid. Lovely nostalgic look back Susan, I love it.
i agree-i have my students write books each year-more often than not, their ideas come from the video games they play
Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2007
Absolutely, my dear friend, the imagination is a wonderful thing, these days it is all laid out for them, they don't have to think they just have to watch, or maybe participate a little if they are playing games, bu in the games they play nobody wears white hats and nobody says "Yes man."
Ahhhhhhh, when times (and toys) were simpler (and much better made), when you didn't need an advanced degree in engineering to put the darn thing together. LOL
Thank you, Susan, for the memories! Excellent capture.
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Times were much simpler then, and I think overall children were much happier. They were allowed the time to be children without being forced to grow up too soon. Really enjoyed this!
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Walt
Love Tinka
It is how a child would wonder
We'd awe at the little things
We surely did, and I think kids today miss out on so much - because the little things to me, are still the very best.
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Allen
Thank you, Susan, for the memories! Excellent capture.
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.