<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448771" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Golden Horse</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">She rolled up her Faith <br>in me<br>each night<br>using it for her soft pillow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had the Love We Shared<br>in a locket around her neck.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Her covers were her Blanket<br>of Hopes and Dreams, <br>and I told her stories<br>of knights, <br>castles<br>and her favorites- <br>of the Golden Horse<br>and Pedro<br>-Two Musketeers.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'The Golden Horse <br>and Pedro' I said<br>'were riding the night sky<br>and heard screaming<br>'leave me alone<br>leave me alone.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Wings flapping<br>they landed peering into<br>a little girls bed-room<br>and Pedro asked<br>'little girl <br>what is wrong? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">'They don't like me<br>and they sent me in here<br>with nothing to eat.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'What happened? the Golden Horse said.<br>'They say I ate all the cookies and I shouldn't have<br>but I was hungry.<br>I couldn't tell them it was me<br>so I told them it was my brother.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'Well' said Golden<br>what can you do? <br>What can you do to fix it? '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">'I don't know the little girl<br>said, 'they are mean.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd ask my daughter<br>what she would do<br>and after a discussion among <br>ideas would flow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Solution: <br>The little girl and her mother would<br>bake some more cookies<br>and a special one for the brother.<br>This way the little girl fixed the problem<br>and mended relationships.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yep. Story after story was like that.<br>Murder? <br>People came back to life<br>if you kept them in your heart<br>that is where they can life forever.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Poverty? <br>Have to learn to see the riches<br>residing in each other-<br>in friends and neighbors.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Bad and evil.<br>Fight but don't hate.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Evil, learn what it is; <br>be patience<br>and resist.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">These the Golden Horse stories<br>the ones my oldest now tells her kids.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Lonnie+Hicks">Lonnie Hicks</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=448771" data-title="The Golden Horse de Lonnie Hicks" data-description="She rolled up her Faith in me each night using it for her soft pillow. She had the Love We Shared in a locket around her neck. Her covers were her Blanket of Hopes and Dreams, and I told her stories of knights, castles and her favorites- of ..."></div> </div> </div>

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