Cowboy and Cowgirl sit in the old covered wagon
Feeling the pull of horses on the reigns
Hearing the wheels of the Conestoga Wagon
rumbling beneath them as they ride across the prairie
Watching for dangers that might be nearby.
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What fun it is to imagine…
To let one’s mind run wild
They will carry those dreams home tonight
To join with other dreams
in that mind-maze of brain-paths
that crisscross like lightning in the night.
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Photo: Dwight L. Roth … taken at the encampment of the Bicentennial Wagon Train in Lancaster Pennsylvania, as it made its Way to Valley Forge for the 1776-1976 celebration on the 4th of July 1976.
Very nice!
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Thank you Wanda!
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You’re welcome
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This poem immediately took me back to my childhood. Imaginative play was just the best! I particularly like the last two lines.
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Than you so much for your comment! I am glad it connected with you.
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So am I! It was a bright spot in my day.
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Oh, how my husband still loves watching old westerns. Sweet poem! 🙂
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They were great!!
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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