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A beloved toy gets a new life. 40 lines. |
The Hobby Horse Kathleen McNamara They found me in the attic when they were up here yesterday, searching for tiny treasures so carefully tucked away. Unpacking all the baby clothes brought his mother so much joy. But her son was searching for the box, for me, his favorite toy. He found me in the old toy chest along with a sword and crown. But seeing me in my sorry state, the young man began to frown. His mother watched him remembering of how much he loved to play the mighty king upon his steed and the dragons he did slay. He picked up a few more treasures, a shiny badge and vest. Riding with a lasso he was a sheriff in the wild west. His mother asked to hold me. She looked me over with such care. I knew she’d work some magic and I would be none the worse for wear. “Your little girl will love him just as you used to do. With brand new boots and a cowgirl dress, she’ll be a sheriff just like you.” “I made another present for your special little girl. It’s a magical unicorn hobbyhorse with pink and purple curls.” “She’ll be a warrior princess, wield your sword and wear your crown. She’ll ride her magic unicorn in a sparkly princess gown.” The mother and son traded memories of when he was a little boy. But me, I was just so happy. I’m no longer a forgotten toy. (40 lines) Originally submitted to both Poetic Traditions and Story Poem contest April 2018 |