THANK GOD FOR CHILDREN...AND IN THIS CASE, GRANDCHILDREN. THE SIMPLEST MOVEMENT FROM THEM TURNS ON THE POETIC FLOW. I LOVE THE HORSE AND THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...HIS+INSPIRATIONS
Rocking horse's experience is very precious to a child, even st my age I can still remember it and have dreamed about it. It was documented in my poem/story of "Dreamscapes and Fantasy - Heaven". Your g-grandson will remember this toy years from now.
The joy of watching a little child get into his toys and things such as the rocking horse, wagons etc. They can be really intense and joyous and this is conveyed clear to the onlooker. Lovely poem on a lovely subject.
I have a picture of me when I was that little riding my little horse on springs, though they were a lot less "comfortable" so to speak way back then...-e-
Maria, raised in the Mafia and educated by the gangs of New York, is hunting the man who killed her Akalina, and she will kill anyone who gets in her way.
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A very cheerful write, sweet friend!
Sandie
like sledges, they are a child's
enchanted means of transport,
of riding the rainbow and
roaming the range.