Here's one of my own, from about '92 or there abouts...

[pinto]

Remembering Spotted Ponies



Wind down the hill,
Water down my back,
Steam, rising
Like mist through the pine.

I've been something,
For someone
So long,
I almost forgot -
Spotted ponies.

Almost forgot.

I want to ride
Spotted ponies,
In forgotten fields,
And remember.

Wind down the hill,
Water down my back,
Steam, rising
Like mist through the pine.

[Droopy]

1. I like the imagery in your poem

And it reminds me of some long forgotten day dream that I used to have as a kid about the Black Stallion. Have you ever read the Black Stallion books?

[oneighty]

2. So you had ponies?

Your name says so! I used to have ponies for my children.

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[pinerow]

3. Nice....

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[KaliTracy]

4. this line says a lot

I've been something,
for someone
So long,


a point in time when remembering youth takes one back to a place that was real -- and genuine -- for the speaker.

thanks for sharing this.