Friday, July 29, 2011

Reflections of a Pony

This isn't just any pony.
This is a pony of color.
It has a story to tell.
It has kept secrets as it sits here.
The colors have changed over the years,
but it remains majestic in it's position.

It reminds me of a little song my husband's
aunt use to sing to our young children.
Have you heard it?

"Ride a pony,
ride a pony,
goin' to the mill.
Look out,
your corn is goin' to spill."

This took place on her knees
and never stopped to thrill
my little ones.

My reflection is here with this pony
and in the memories of a time gone by.
Do you remember pony rides at the knee of someone special?