I sat beside my hobby horse
Waiting for the call of course
Of the approaching night
Watching carefully as the light
Was extinguished as it might
Wanting to hide behind me
I stood over the hobby horse
Wanting it to race right away
At 6 to 1 on its a racing day
Could it win up against others
That seemed more important
Waiting in turn I was laughing.
I sat upon my hobby horse
Urging it forward with words
It was my favourite, it’s absurd
Because when trying to rein it in
It slipped away from me trotting,
I am in the stables now, sleeping.
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Pete the Poet (Pseudonym) (
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Beautifully written. Your poem "On my Hobby Horse" revolves around the whimsical yet contemplative relationship between the poet and his hobby horse. It captures the innocence and joy of childhood imagination juxtaposed with the passage of time and the inevitable transition into adulthood. The hobby horse symbolizes both playfulness and the yearning for freedom, as well as the nostalgia for simpler times.
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