The Horse in the Lilac Bushes

Lorna

When I was ten it occurred to me

What the lilac bushes were meant to be

A stall for my trusty bike (my horse)

It was just between me and him of course

 

And so I cleared a lovely spot

Beneath the branches hung a pot

For water that my bike could reach

To quench his thirst when he was hot

 

Sturmey Archer was his name

(Printed on the gears it was)

I tended to him night and day

I fed him carrots, grass and hay

 

It wasn't till the winter came

That parents spoiled this lovely game

It's not a horse its only iron

It lives inside not in a barn

 

So I would bide my time from then

Till horses (real) became my friends

There's nothing like a horse you see

For non-judgmental company

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 4th, 2018 06:10
  • Comment from author about the poem: I wonder sometimes if I have ever really been on this planet...........! Seriously I am trying to intersperse humor with the sad so it isn't all doom and gloom........
  • Category: Humor
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  • Lorna

    Good! If I can make you smile........!



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