In Beth’s dreams a pony white
Would dance and frolic through the night.
By day into her mind he’d trot
A fancy, floating, fleeting thought.
Sometimes upon his back she’d ride;
Sometimes behind a veil hide
And simply watch him prance and play.
He would be hers, she knew, one day.…
Added by Dorothy McDonall on December 24, 2010 at 8:46am — No Comments
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