By Teresa Dean Smeigh
Copyright October 2015
Is this a carousel horse before me?
May we ride it mother please?
Oh how I wish that they rode free.
This I find to be just a tease.
What is his name my dear kind sir?
What? You want me to guess his name?
I was thinking Frankincense or Myrrh
Or maybe something much more tame.
Sir come on let us ride.
The night is drawing near.
My little brother at my side
Or maybe at my rear.
Not now mother please wait.
We’ll meet you at the gate.