The Long Wait
The summer never came
The wait was far too long.
It was dark in the back of the barn
Something must have gone wrong.
Her sides ached from last year’s beatings
Her bottom scraped and sore
All winter she rested and healed
But now she was ready for more.
The barn door finally slid open…
Little feet padded close to explore.
Small hands grabbed her on all sides
And dragged her across the wood floor.
The sun warmed her up in a minute
She waited as they climbed inside.
These were HER special children.
Now it’s time to go for a ride!
F. Thomas Crowley , 12/5/13
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