Magic Pony
by Don Judges

I had a magic pony
together we would run,
our pennant streaming in the wind
we rode out in the sun.

On desert sands in foreign lands,
past circus tents and shows,
by bright starlight we flew our kite
above the arctic snows.

We lived on purple jelly beans
and popsicles and grapes.
We sailed the coast of Labrador
wrapped up in woolen capes.

We walked our way to Mandalay,
and cantered on the moon.
We took a train to northern Spain
and bought a blue balloon.

Then one day he went away
as all ponies must.
And now I’m always searching for
small hoofprints in the dust.

© 2009 from the Middle of Nowhere series, Donald P. Judges

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