the little orange pony

willyweed

Once upon a time there was little orange pony and he was as happy as he could be

he loved to run out in the desert running wild and free.

He would run out in the desert when the desert was in bloom

and in the evening in the desert he always chased the rusted moon.

 

He liked to feel the night breeze blowing through his golden mane

And he was always happy when he played his chasing game.

One day some cowboys came out to the orange pony’s desert land

On horseback with their lasso’s they chased him through the sand

The little orange pony thought that this was just a game but the cowboys

wanted to catch him so that they could make him tame

 

The little orange pony ran swiftly through the night

so the cowboys couldn’t catch him although they tried with all there might.

Finally they gave up and the cowboys headed home for they knew they could never catch him

and tame him for their own. After they discussed it the cowboys all agreed

the little orange pony was right where he should be running in the desert running wild and free.

 

The little orange pony was as happy as can be!

 

 

 

  • Author: willyweed (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 13th, 2016 09:40
  • Category: Children
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Comments4

  • Daniel

    Great imaginative poem!

  • willyweed

    Thanks Daniel, this was my very first attempt to right.

  • Tony36

    Awesome

    • willyweed

      Thanks Tony I appreciate your time.

      • Tony36

        Welcome

      • lysistrata

        Willy,

        Do you have a special affection for horses or is it my impression?
        I was thinking that your balley dancer story reminded a bit of the TV Series " The Outcast"!
        Looking forward to more...

        • willyweed

          hey lysistrata.
          I love animals they are more reliable than people, if you know what I mean. TV has no effect on my writing and I never seen the outcasts. it all comes from my mind the good bad and ugly.
          Thank you for reading my stuff. This piece was my first write and the children seem to like it ok
          I have some writes I wouldn't post here, American psycho, Lucifer's letter and such.



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