Treasure Island

Theresa Ann Moore

(1940 / Michigan, U.S.A.)

Bouncing Pony

Joey is an adventurous little boy
A bouncing pony is his birthday present
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.

Let me help you into the saddle to enjoy
Youthful squeals eagerly express intent
Joey is an adventurous little boy

Into the stirrups Joey’s feet are employed
Energy is engaged one hundred percent
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.

Reins are grasped by a miniature cowboy…
The eager steed bolts and away they went
Joey is an adventurous little boy.

The spirits of two generations join as one…
Their smiles and laughter are frequent
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.

Motion slows as Joey dismounts and runs
Bouncing onto Grandpa’s lap and giving a hug
Joey is an adventurous little boy
Grandpa Joe’s heart is filled with joy.


Submitted: Monday, September 10, 2007
Edited: Wednesday, April 06, 2011
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