Horses with tales and tails -- a "Tribute to Minnie Poem #2" for the Sunday Muse

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                A Horse Tale 

        When I was young, it seems perhaps 

        Perhaps I grew up on a horse 

        Horses were in my small family 

        We had four horses and four folks 

        Probably when a little kid I rode 

        Riding "my" horse behind my dad 

        The four were Bell, Bird, Bess, and Min  

        Mom rode Minnie, Dad rode Bessy 

        And soon I was riding Minnie 

        Rode her in the field cutting burrs 

        And when I went to high school 

        I rode Minnie there, joined some more 

        The barn held six, Min was seven 

        Tied her to a tree for the day 

       'Neath a shade tree for her to rest 

        That fall one left, Min had a stall 

        At the corner three girls would join 

        One on a bike, two with horses 

        I taught Minnie to jump small streams 

        We rode in rain and snow, three miles 

        Grade eleven I went to town 

        Finished high school Min was alone 

        Can't remember how Minnie fared 

        She was there I left for college 

        When I was grown ponies I bought 

        In my garage right now, Mustangs 

        Ponies are old, antiques to care 

        These horses would drink gasoline 

        Mom's ride will be fifty next year 

        My retirement gift twenty-five 

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 - Bottom Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2005 (https://jimmiehov.blogspot.com/2005/12/me-and-my-buddy-me-and-my-buddy-we.html ) and 2023, All Rights Reserved  

 - I am linked with Carrie for top Photo prompt, at the Sunday Muse #260 (this was to be the last Sunday Muse but there will be one more),    

    https://thesundaymuse.blogspot.com/2023/05/sunday-muse-260.html 

 - In remembrance, Shay, a co-host chose this horse for Sunday Muse #82 (URL), I was not writing with the Muse group back then 

 - This will be a "tribute" to Minnie, the second, it is all true, she was a wonderful horse. (Tribute to Minnie #1)  I don't know her end of life,  I may write another Horse Tale for my growing up, there were several more in my life.  And there would be a line, two or more, of Minnie.  Her ride with Dad to town, seven miles one way, in a BLIZZARD, roads closed, to get Mom some medicine.

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Annoying Song Lyrics -- a Poem for Friday Writings

   

                                    

 

                Sidewalk Leveler 

"Sidewalk leveler, sidewalk leveler . . ." Those words 

Repeated over and over again 

Over and over, those words come some more 

"Sidewalk leveler, sidewalk leveler . . ." They come 

    Annoying 

I am so glad, I am so very glad 

Glad that tune has not become my ear worm 

Like Mark Twain's train conductor's little song 

"Punch brother punch, punch in the presence of 

the passenger" 

    Annoying 

"Ear worm," a tune repeated, repeated 

"Punch brother, punch in the presence of 

the passenger." Like TV's blaring song 

"Sidewalk leveler, sidewalk leveler, . ." remains 

    Still today 

Twain's was long long ago, before our time  

Way before the term, "Ear Worm" was around 

    Can pass it on 

 

Note:  The "Leverer" song was a clever but monotonous way this person's company attracts attention to its TV advertisement.  Uneven sidewalks around here are the responsibility of the property owner to even up to prevent tripping by pedestrians.  Mostly one section will rise or sink out of proportion to the adjacent piece.  

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 - Photo and Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2033, All Rights Reserved 

 - I am linked with Rommy for the prompt at Friday Writings # 77,  

  https://poetsandstorytellersunited.blogspot.com/? m=1 

 - Rommy has invited us to write a poem or story inspired by lyrics from a song that really annoys us (please tell what the song is somewhere in the blog post).  

 _ 'Twain's' "Punch brother, Punch" story, Wikipedia 

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Mirror subject Poem -- for dVerse Quadrille

 

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    Miror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, on the wall

Do your magic, make me tall

Make me short or make me thin

Make me plump, it's all within

Remembering good old days

Playland park was meant for play

Load the car, rides'r outdoors

Visit the magic mirrors

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• Poem Copyright, Jimmiehov 2023, All Rights Reserved

• Picture courtesy Merril for our prompt, dVerse Quadrille host, 

• https://dversepoets.com/2023/05/15/quadrille-mirror-mirror-on-the-wall/
  

• All “Quadrille” poems are to have exactly 44 words

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