The children of, not long enough.

                            
 
 Ponyhenge
 
 
As I sit and gaze into the misty dusk of twilight
upon this oddity, I close my eyes and imagine..............
 
Is this their calling, the reason here
these broken ponies of yesteryear?
Do they await, for a loving clutch
from the children of, not long enough
 
I have these thoughts, that I hold dear
which pour forth droplets of my tears.
And as they cascade, from my eyes
within my mindscape, I can spy.
 
Their frolic romps, and play escape
here in this field, within these gates.
Ancient Goddesses, made request
Caireen and Epona, at their best.
 
For if I listen, I can hear
the children laughing, so very clear.
A chance to be, yet once again
to play with joy and be with friends.
 
Then from above, as angels sing
off in the distance, the bells do ring.
It is as though, they're called back home
to await the eve, 'til again they roam.
 
If you believe, as though I do
then things as this, can then be true.
And within your heart, you will be touched
by the children of, not long enough.
 
 
 
Submitted for consideration in the Ponyhenge Comp.