Hi,
The weather keeps changing and we keep giving our colds to one another. Hope that changes soon.
Meanwhile, I did post another poem today--finally. Hope you enjoy it :)!
Keep in touch and take care.
Love,
Sandy

A Little Horse

I'd love to sing to you
but I'm a little horse ...
can't reach the microphone.
I'd tell a joke or two
but I tripped on my shoe ...
cut my hooves on a stone.
I may be long in tooth
but I'm nice. That's the truth.

I give a wild oats ride
but I'm a little horse,
back aches, the ground is hard.
I'd eat out of your hand,
but am sick of plain hay;
I'd rather munch on yard/
Up to my hooves in muck,
I waddle like a duck.

I'd love to laugh with you
but I'm a little horse.
Cold, I can't stop coffin ...
got a frog in my throat
and he's rowing a boat.
Wagon dragging, jaws sagging,
corral me, fence me in ...
'cause I'm a little horse.