The Golden Horse
She rolled up her Faith
in me
each night
using it for her soft pillow.
She had the Love We Shared
in a locket around her neck.
Her covers were her Blanket
of Hopes and Dreams,
and I told her stories
of knights,
castles
and her favorites-
of the Golden Horse
and Pedro
-Two Musketeers.
'The Golden Horse
and Pedro' I said
'were riding the night sky
and heard screaming
'leave me alone
leave me alone.'
Wings flapping
they landed peering into
a little girls bed-room
and Pedro asked
'little girl
what is wrong? '
'They don't like me
and they sent me in here
with nothing to eat.'
'What happened? the Golden Horse said.
'They say I ate all the cookies and I shouldn't have
but I was hungry.
I couldn't tell them it was me
so I told them it was my brother.'
'Well' said Golden
what can you do?
What can you do to fix it? '
'I don't know the little girl
said, 'they are mean.'
I'd ask my daughter
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poem by Lonnie Hicks
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