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[click picture for larger view]
[I'm riding at "Blogstock '08"]
What manner white horse
White horse with a horn
That'd be a unicorn
Someone's fantasy
Look again how does he stand
On a pole--toy store stick horse
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Photo and Poem copyright, © 2015 and 2016 Jimmiehov, All rights reserved
I'm linked with Margaret at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads, Artistic Interpretations, http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2016/11/artistic-interpretations-with-margaret.html
Notes:
1. Margaret has introduced us to Carol Law Conklin, Batik Artist. One of her prints is called "The Last Unicorn." We have permission to copy and post some of her works. Tomorrow I will post that one here. In the meantime you can see it and Ms. Conklin's other works at the link above.
2. I had planned to write differently, of a youngster finding a real Unicorn even though they have gone into extinction years and years ago. But my time for writing has been taken from me, hence this quickly keyed Tanka above.
3. Time has become very precious again, I may not get all of your comments return. I am sorry for that. I do try to read your writings though.
Seems like a dream come trues your horse ride Jim, Thanks for sharing your pic and a lovely little poem
ReplyDeletemuch love...
One must have a special relationship with horses to see them in their many guises.
ReplyDeleteQuite a delightful response to the prompt, Jim ❤️
ReplyDeleteOh, at one point I thought it was a unicorn... what a fun little poem.
ReplyDeleteI do love Unicorns!
ReplyDeleteHorses and unicorns are such gentle, wonderful creatures. :)
ReplyDeleteimagination and the belief in things that seem out of this world - are often the key to creativity and happiness. :) All my children have had a stick horse at one time or another - and now we have the real thing :)
ReplyDeleteYou look happy and so fine. I was invited to that event. I wish I had gone!
ReplyDeleteThinking of you and yours, Jim. Take that time. The time is now. Once time passes, it can never be regained. Enjoy precious time(s).
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