Horse Carrousel in Paris, France
Ellie Reyn Saves the Carrousel Horse
In a corner of Paris, in a house 5 floors high,
Lives a girl dreaming of horses riding the night sky.
The wind in her face she rides in delight,
Ellie Reyn, her blond hair, waving with no end in sight.
No ribbons, bows, clips to tie the tangle of hair,
She rides free, free, free… No utter of care,
Til stardust falls on her night pillow below.
Her dreams of magic continue to grow.
One morning in a corner of Paris, 5 floors high
She hears the razzmatazz of music nearby.
Springing from her bed, her corner window flies open
She leans over far, far… saying “What is the commotion???”
Horses, oh so many horses from her dreams in the stars
Dance round and round to the music not far.
They gallop, they trot and jump up and down
To a carrousel of lights and music… what a delightful sound!
She flies down the stairs from her house 5 floors high
On to cobblestone streets her nightgown all awry.
Turning the corner she stops in her tracks
A vision of horses adorned with jewels all down their backs.
Ellie Reyn’s brown eyes spots her favorite above all,
This horse befitting a queen, on her way to the ball.
With one leap she climbs in the saddle with ease
Her heart growing bigger with each rein pulling squeeze.
Tassels, jewels, braided ribbons and bells
Adorn the carrousel horse as it shows and tells,
Of a story of being held down forever by a pole
Never to be free, no never, or so I am told.
A centuries old story to which men were on horses
Going round and round showing their forces.
A game of jousting, spearing a ring target on display,
So, becomes the birth of carousel horse rides of today.
Steam engines drive the horses to go up and go down
Making the carrousel famous, the center charm of each town.
Day after day children hold on to each horse pole tight
Unaware of no freedom of the horse… What a sad plight!
So, Ellie Reyn, in Paris from a house 5 floors high
Whistles a tune dreamed up from the night sky.
The horses awaken, ears pricked and twitching,
The years tethered to the pole at last are unhitching
Saddle straps, stirrups and a bit all disappear
Along with bells, ribbons, bows and clips, free and clear.
Her horse rears up, leaping into the night sky
happy and free at being able to fly.
Her hands gently caress and hold round the neck so tight
As the mane entangles with her hair on this magical night.
Born one and together from dreams, through and through
a girl and a horse spark a friendship so loving and true.
January 4th 2021
30 Day Sumi-e Brush Painting Challenge
June 2014
Cool summer air clears my room, the high night sky
darkens and I leave the days’ storm at my feet.
My ink brush quick, light draws the words out
oh, fireflies your heart burns bright
I will follow your evening light all the way up the mountain.
Lone Pine
Waters’ Edge
“Little Pinks” – Plum Blossoms
Hawk in the Wild Sold
30 Blessings
Wisteria I
Look Up
Wisteria II
Another Pine
Winter Mountain
“Sing On”
Orchid and Rock
