My Rocking Horse

Once I had a rocking horse
I rode from here to there.
Its little red wood rockers
Helped it rock me everywhere.
I think I rode through Texas
And I’m sure I stopped to shoot
At least a dozen gunslingers
In spurs and cowboy boots.
I rode the varnish off the floor
And faster did I gallop
Until that old horse threw me off
And gave me quite a wallop;
But I climbed right back in the saddle
And soon subdued that horse;
Though it was tired of galloping fast,
So I slowed down of course.
Time passed and I outgrew my steed
And it was taken from my home,
But it left behind these happy thoughts
About how I rocked and roamed.

Edwina Williams

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