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If Wishes Were Horses
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Nancy Byrd Turner


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If wishes were horses for just one day,
Ho, my dear, what a wild stampede!
Gray and sorrel and brown and bay;
For every wisher a splendid steed!

Black for us two, with the wind in his mane
And a star in his forehead as white as snow,
Silver stirrups and scarlet rein--
I'd fling you up to the saddle bow.

Sparks would fly from his flashing feet,
Slivers of light as the road uncurled,
And we'd ride to the end of the world, my sweet,
We'd ride to the end of the world!

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Nancy Byrd Turner (1880 - 1971) was born in Virginia. A descendant of both Thomas Jefferson and Pocohantas, Nancy began writing poetry as a child. She studied to become a teacher, and did teach for a few years, but eventually she became a magazine editor. During the course of her career, she published 15 books, several songs, and her work appeared regularly in the leading magazines of her day. Late in her life, Nancy became a freelance writer and a popular lecturer.

 

 


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George51:
I am no horse lover, but that is good.
Posted 05/16/2012 08:52 PM
phebe.davidson@gmail.com:
Rhyme & rhythm galore--Hard to resist!!!
Posted 05/16/2012 07:38 AM
dotief@comcast.net:
I love this poem and the notion that wishes could be made so tangible. And as a horse lover, I can relate to the beauty of such wishes!
Posted 05/16/2012 07:35 AM


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