Papa and Henry
There's my gallant Henry,
high on his steed,
ready to gallop into the sunset!
Tell the truth, Pa.
We both know
from the set
of Dolly's ears
what was about to happen.
I was lucky to get
out of that alive.
When Dolly went to live at the Dobler's
I was not upset.
Henry, my boy, what's stopping us
from inventing a better story
complete with some imaginary regrets?
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2016
Jama has the Poetry Friday Roundup this week at Jama's Alphabet Soup.
What a world-builder you've become, Mary Lee. Your imagination is having all sorts of fun!
ReplyDeleteI love this! Love the conversation between Henry and Pa. And Pa's take on life in the last stanza! Another perfect poem.
ReplyDelete"Wary"
Some folks admire
my bay coloring,
massive chest,
white socks.
Others criticize
my Roman nose
laid back ears
iffy disposition.
I don't know which
kind of folks
you are
and so I'm wary.
(C) Carol Wilcox, 2016
I love this horse's voice as much as I loved the dog's! (And most of all, I love having you for my companion-poet on this April journey!)
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