Little Peanut
Born on a bed of sweet smelling straw,
Mama’s gentle nicker, music to his ears.
And a full bag of warm good milk,
Available and ready whenever desired.
What a little peanut, seems fragile as a porcelain doll,
Barely up to my knees, when standing big and tall.
He doesn’t weigh as much as a bag of feed,
But don’t tell that to this bushy tailed baby!
He was up within thirty minutes of birth,
Found his nourishment a half hour later.
He runs (a bit wobbly) within the hour,
And has captured our hearts in seconds!
Oh he is just precious and adorable.
is a joy! Thanks for sharing Karen! Your grandaughter must be thrilled! Love the poem!...ET
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Christine
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Cute little pony. Your grandaughter will love it. Peace, Love and Blessings Always, Paul.
hugs
Fee
John
now I wish i owned a horse
But I live in the city my sister
lives in Calif she owns a horse but never a
Cute one like peanut!
Congratulations!!
Peace Love and Hugessss....morning star