poet Dave Tanguay

Dave Tanguay

Rocking Horse (Poem)

Bought at a yard sale in 92
Most of the time I’ve nothin to do
But just sit around the old porch and wait
For someone to call me old paint
Upon my old frame you’ll find no horse ride
For distance and travel you’ll find I’m no ride
I’m just made of wood and the distance I go
Is confined to rockers that move to and fro
So I just sit and wait
By no special gate
For the next little person to ride
Just a bit lonely and sad inside
And when they jump on there’s a grin on my face
For the journey we go will take us someplace
It may not be far or ev’n a race
But we’ll have some fun my young rider and I
Riding along under purple sky
And when we get back and our trip is all over
I’ll just sit and wait for the next little rover
By, Les Bennett --from South Portland, Maine


Poem Submitted: Wednesday, August 23, 2006
Poem Edited: Friday, August 27, 2010

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Comments about Rocking Horse (Poem) by Dave Tanguay

  • Francesca Johnson (8/24/2006 2:05:00 AM)

    An unusual subject matter, Les, but what a lovely read. Come on, let's have some more.....

    Love, Fran xx

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