Today we join Two SPOILED CATS
Angel Sammy and Teddy for their poetic pictorial poem.
Here is today's pictorial inspiration
Six
by little Me
by little Me
When I was six,
I went to visit my cousins out in the stick(s).
I wanted to ride like the wind on my bike
without restrictions I had in my city life.
Cousin Mike was just a wee tike
and Ricky was wee(er)
They had a new pet they wanted me to see.
It was a Shetland pony whose name escapes me to this day.
So up on the wee Pony I was placed,
Uncle Ben gave me the reins told me to hold tight.
He said, giddy up, and quicker than a New York second
Pony ran under a tree he was not used to big girl.
Luckily he was vertically challenged so no harm came to me.
From that day forward, I knew
straddling a saddle was not to be.
Fourteen
by Angel Madi
My guy Raz always surprised me!
One day he asked, "Madi do you want to go for a ride?"
I squealed with glee....
Yes, what Night?
Are your new wheels Red?
To which he replied "you'll have to wait and see".
Lo and behold he showed up at my door
with a rose and Donkey Smoke
who was wearing a fedora.
Now that was a sight.
Smoke was covered in hearts which made my
itty bitty kitty heart purr with delight.
On Smoke's back we rode 'round and 'round
my feets never touching the ground.
Fourteen
by Angel Madi
My guy Raz always surprised me!
One day he asked, "Madi do you want to go for a ride?"
I squealed with glee....
Yes, what Night?
Are your new wheels Red?
To which he replied "you'll have to wait and see".
Lo and behold he showed up at my door
with a rose and Donkey Smoke
who was wearing a fedora.
Now that was a sight.
Smoke was covered in hearts which made my
itty bitty kitty heart purr with delight.
On Smoke's back we rode 'round and 'round
my feets never touching the ground.
I'll be MIA after about 3 pm today. Two of our favorite young folks, our daughter and son-in-law,
aka Angel Madi's Sissy and BIL, are coming up tonight for a short visit.
I'll catch up with you all on Friday.
Hugs Cecilia
aka Angel Madi's Sissy and BIL, are coming up tonight for a short visit.
I'll catch up with you all on Friday.
Hugs Cecilia
Thanks for yet more high entertaining stories in verse today.
ReplyDeleteYou wouldn't catch me (Bertie) on a horse, although Gail claims a modest level of equestrian skill.
We hope you have a nice couple of days with the family.
Toodle pip!
Bertie.
a poney can be a challenge... but glad you gave it a try ;O)
ReplyDeleteOh Smoke is so honored to be on the blog and I bet he would give a little girl a nice ride. He looks great in his fedora.Thanks for letting Smoke join your blog.
ReplyDeleteThose were fun and we loved seeing Smoke here too. Hey, have fun with your visitors and thanks for joining the Thankful Thursday Blog Hop!
ReplyDeleteLove the poems. No wonder you don't like riding something with 4 feet.
ReplyDeleteHappy visit with Sissy and BIL.
Have a wonderful time with them and ya'll have a great Thursday.
I LOVED reading your poem and seeing dear Smoke there all ready to help you and Raz with the nicest ride EVER!
ReplyDeleteThe memory of Angel Madi and Raz's ride on Smoke kind of gave us leaky eyes. We sure miss her.
ReplyDeleteThe Florida Furkids
What fun poems and we learned a little more about Miss Cecilia's past. Our mom had a scary experience on a horse when she was a young girl too but later in life (after 40) she took lessons and learned to ride.
ReplyDeleteExcellent poems as always.
ReplyDeleteTwo lovely poems! I first went on a horse before I was 12 months old (with my mother in the saddle holding on to me). I started riding on my own when I was 5 and really miss no longer being able to do it.
ReplyDeleteI love both poems. Especially the first one. That turned out far better than I thought it would.
ReplyDeleteI'll be out of the loop after Friday around noon. Got lots of work to do to get ready for our picnic on Saturday.
I'm thankful I found you.
Have a fabulous Thankful Thursday. Big hug. ♥
Hari OM
ReplyDeleteLOL... that brought back memories - only mine wasn't a shetland but a race horse and it galloped for that low branch and you know who ended up in the nettle forest stung from head to toe and a mighy bruise on the bonce. Hey ho. YAM xx
Great poems! My ghostwriter says the last time she rode a horse, it wouldn't listen to her at all: it banged her leg against a tree, and then stood out in the pouring rain and refused to move. Glad your experience was better.
ReplyDeleteAww, enjoy your visit with your kidlets!
ReplyDeleteLove the picture and your story! Enjoy your company!
ReplyDeleteC; enjoy your family time and have an awesome weekend !! safe travels to them here, home and everywhere in between !! ☺☺♥♥
ReplyDeleteI would have loved having a pony when little!
ReplyDeleteTwo FABULOUS poems. We wish we could get Mom to give these photo prompts a go too!!!
ReplyDeleteEnjoy the visit!!!
Woos - Lightning, Misty, and Timber
Such wonderful poems(and memories) of yours and Diva Madi!
ReplyDeleteYeah... horses aren't for everyone! I tried riding one about 20 yrs ago. He was smelly and there were horrible flies all around. Plus, the horse behind mine kept biting mine in the butt. So, I admire them from a distance now.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed both poems. :)
ReplyDeleteOh, that was a close call!!!! Ma rode a horsie a couple of times, and loved it, butts not enough to pay the expensive cost of riding. she says doggies take all her green papers, so there is nothin' left overs. ☺ I'm okay with that.....
ReplyDeleteI remembers that ride Angel Madi! you two looked FABulous!
Have funs the the youngin's!
Kisses,
Ruby ♥
Absolutely fabulous poems for Sammy's challenge....I love BOTH of those "memory stories".
ReplyDeleteHugs, Teddy and Mom Pam too
Aww, Angel Madi, great poem! I wasn't as lucky as "little Me"... my horse cantered under a tree and a big limb hit me and set him free!!!
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