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"Carved Wooden Cowboy"

Standing in the corner of this old run down shack,
is a carved wooden cowboy from many a years back.
Everytime that I return here, memories come rushing in,
that cowboy he just stands there, as if he were a trusted friend.

I smile to see him standing there without a care at all,
he reminds me of the days gone pass when I was very small.
I'd talk to him for hours to pass the time of day,
oh how I enjoyed the times, with me that he would play.


I remember how I used to think he was so very tall,
that was when I was a little girl, but I'm no longer that small.
Now I stand and wonder just what he had thought of me,
this little girl all grown up, who met him at the age of three.

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  • sounds like rain
    January 1, 2008

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    It's strange how things seem big when you're little, but when you're big you realize how small they are. This poem reminds me of going back to my favorite places from when I was little.

    I like the personification of the last couple lines -- it reminds the reader a bit of how we think of our toys as companions, and how they really were our companions.

    I liked this poem a lot; it evokes a lot of emotion and memories!


  • paullallady silver member
    December 29, 2007

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    Oh I love this! This wooden statue that never changes, and yet has watched you grow and change over the years. It is brilliant! good luck in the contest!


  • Angelic Princess21
    December 26, 2007

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    this is a very nice write. thank you for sharing this with me and best of luck in the contest hun. Keep up the amazing work.


  • georgie
    December 26, 2007

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    i love this one. i have a few cowboy poems... from when i was seeing one. funny how things you see as a little kid seem huge and as you grow up you see them as they really are.
    huge hugs,
    georgie,
    xxx


  • faded dreams
    December 26, 2007

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    Very nicely written. I've got things in my mom's house that have the same kind of memories for me. Strange how it can be a simple, inanimate object that sees us through so much of our lives.


  • Patpowers silver member
    December 26, 2007

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    Good job again!

    I bet that cowboy brings back a lot of memories to you Ellan. Nice story and rhyming. Good luck in getting a gold with this poem! THANKS!!

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