Rocking Horse
Wooden horse, troubadour horse,
you lent me your back to ride without
cease. How cute my horse that has
served as a toy for all our
generations, he is walking and having fun,
to all those who want to walk, how nice
my horse gave it to me my grandfather who
was a carpenter, and being his first
grandson made me that cute toy,
and my grandfather is gone, he left a
better world, where you rest in peace and
does not suffer from pain, I dedicate this poem to you
so that you can see me from heaven and now that
I'm grown up, it has happened to amuse many
children who have nothing to play with, my
wooden rocking horse unconditional toy.
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