Observed – a little girl wanting to ride on an old wooden rocking horse outside a crowded secondhand shop.
The rocking horse stood
By the shop doorway,
watching, waiting.
Would she be the one
Who’d stop and play?
Frame stiff and motionless,
Once rocked every day,
Now silently waiting.
Would she be the one
Who’d stop and play?
She touched him gently,
Stroked his mane
And looked up at her mother.
Would she be the one
Who’d stop and play?
Her mother stretched
Her hand out gently
And led the girl away.
The rocking horse stood,
Watching, waiting.
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