Rocking Horse Worries

horse-sketch

Tonight I lay my head to rest

Troubles heavy on my chest

Headaches from a furrowed brow

Escape I would if I knew how.

Into my life a change does come

A wondrous beast who loves to run

He chases troubles without a care

And rends the worries I would not dare.

Who is this golden beast of powers

Whose strength of life above us towers

To me he gives the gift of peace

And on life another lease.

This is my wooden rocking horse

A magical beast he is of course

He cares for me while I do rest

And in the morning all is best.

His fiery mane does whip and fly

His legs strike out and troubles die

A back so wide and strong has he

I’ll never worry again, not me.

Advertisements

Published by

quiall

I am a woman with a mission: to live life to the fullest. I will not let an itty, bitty incurable disease stop me. It may slow me down but like a ship dragging an anchor, I'll get there eventually. Walk with me at www.butterflysand.com

2 thoughts on “Rocking Horse Worries”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s