Giddyap, Horsie! But don't go too fast--
'Cause I want my ride to last and last!
My horse is so big; his back is so high--
I think I can ALMOST reach the sky!
It's kind of scary so far from the ground;
Easy, Boy, easy-- now let's turn around.
I wish that I had a horse like YOU--
I'd ride from morning 'til the day was through!
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Ah, for the days of youth and innocence. Great poem.
Mary
George