Sunday, May 22, 2011

On the sorrows of a wooden plaything

"Hullo, there. Won't you come play with me, please? Oh. You're too big. Sigh. Yeah, they all say that. Kids grow up too fast. And here I am, stuck to this spring, doomed to eternally flip back and forth, or occasionally sideways, but never as much as an inch off my axis. Kids, they run off, play with the other toys, and go home when it gets dark or when it rains. But I cannot. I wish I could run away too. Just once, I'd like to feel the grass under my hooves. But then I don't have hooves either. I only have this foot rest, with no feet resting on it.

Are you sure you can't come play with me?"


5 comments:

welcome to my world of poetry said...

I loved this, how sad toys gets discarded for modern technology.
I can't resist a slide in the park but that's the child in me.

Yvonne.

Stephanie V said...

I have a granddaughter who would give that horse lots of love and attention. These springy animals (ours is an elephant)are one of her favorites at the playground.

Kelly said...

Awwww...this made me a tad sad.

Alex J. Cavanaugh said...

Think I'd look silly sitting on that horse. And I'd break it!

Jemi Fraser said...

So sad - hopefully someone comes along to play soon!

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