Little Ponies On The Hill

( Dedicated to all who enjoy the merry go round )

A long time ago, when the world was still,

There were little ponies upon a hill.

Then the world got big and the world grew wide,

man took it in his mind and began to decide.

 

He thought and he pondered, and let his mind wander...

Can I do this ?

hmmmmmmm . . .

Could I do that?

He sat under a tree and took off his hat.

And after he lingered and rested he knew...

Exactly all the things that he must do.

 

I will capture them and put on a stand,

the little ponies from this great land...

And tell them to prance and go round and round,

and add to that a great sounding sound.

Give lights of magic, imitating the sun ! ! !

and set it up spritely and offer to one . . .

A time of thrills . . . and laughter . . . and joy,

For all little girls and all little boys.

And when they grow older somehow I know,

they'll never forget this great carnival show.

Where dancing and prancing,

horses took them around

and moved in accord to the carousel sounds

A never ending round of applause,

and all of this is just because

An old man saw and envisioned a time

When the ponies would be forever enshrined.

Capturing hearts of the young and the old,

and if the story ever be told . . .

At times If you listen you can hear him still . . .

" Come , you little ponies upon the hill

We will ride and let the mood take us far

but never will we roam

so far away in years or time . . .

On the carousel we are at home "

Enchante`

 

" Little Ponies On The Hill "

After a struggle to add an appropriate last few verses,

I was inspired by: Duane D. Walter

His entry in my guest book moved me to finish it at last!

His entry:

Name: Duane D. Walter From: Bellingham WA

Time: 1998-05-12 08:01:20

Comments: I am 71 and hop on carousels wherever I find one.

So for all who still delight in the Carousel ride

and especially Duane,

I dedicate this to you.

Thank you Duane


Silver Moon

enchante@dmmorgan.com

Return to MIDI GO ROUND home pg.

May 15, 1998 Updated August 8,2002

Copyright © 1998 Dorothy Morgan