Maybe it’s because I recently visited the Eric Carle museum, but when I was out riding Freedom after a torrential rainstorm, he reminded me of the author’s Brown Bear. Everything must have looked different to him because there was a lot of snorting and spookiness.
So with a tip of the hat to Eric Carle . . .
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see a blue bike bearing down on me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see elephant ears shaking at me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see a waterfall rushing at me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see puddles splashing at me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see a sleeping fawn hiding from me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
I see a wet rock shining at me.
Brown horse, brown horse what do you see?
A field of green grass calling to me.
And with that, the brown horse forgot about the blue bike, the elephant ears, the waterfall, the puddles, the fawn and the wet rock and settled down for an after ride snack.
Oh my goodness, this is great! Very clever and beautiful… I love it!
Amazing! Love it!!!
So love this! Made me happy.
LOL! Adorable and so true!
Love it! Thanks =)
That was great.