I had a blue horse
It was made of soft well-worn jeans.
I was made of running.
Together we tore through yards, back allies, across wide fields until we were both tired, and thread bare, ready to be nothing but the wind.
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NaPoWriMo Day 23 Blue Horse
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so real!…a great companion …usually does get worn out…
you ought to see my Granddaughter’s “BUN”…aka…Bunny Rabbit…
well loved…well used!
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Those lovies need to be honored with poems even after they are worn out.
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We all love “Bun”…so I might need to make a poem about her…
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Sweet!
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Thank you for sharing this lovely memory of yours…
Peace
Siggi
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Fun to write glade you enjoyed it.
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Thanks for becoming a subscriber. Now I;ll stroll through your site.
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Well I hope you enjoyed the visit. Thanks for stopping by.
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What a wonderful memory. I especially liked, “ready to be nothing but the wind.”
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🙂 that’s how your comment makes me feel!
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Shall we ride?
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