Another childhood memory. The Iron ponies at the malls...the "Quarter horse" is a child's delight...even today.
~SKR~

Getting together on special days
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 birthdays 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 Ninjas dance in their heads
When parents are focused on parties
And tots are left with what seems
When children dance with their fancies
Amid broomsticks and iron horse daydreams.

© 2000 Susan K. Rowse

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