My Lucky Horse Shoe
My Mam Gave it me and it’s still over my door inside
By Marie381Uk Published 11 months ago • 1 min read
By George’s Girl 2025
My Lucky Horse Shoe
A lucky horseshoe, old and worn,
Hung by a nail, weathered and torn.
Rusty edges, a silent charm,
A quiet guard from fear or harm.
It watched the sunrise, soft and gold,
Heard every story, young and old.
A crooked smile, a secret kept,
Wishes dance and dreams come true .
Some say its luck will never fade,
A magic spell, a promise made.
So there it stays, both night and day,
Keeping misfortune far away.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (2)
Some say its luck will never fade,
This is a fun poem to me for I have been receiving a lot of good luck lately. Good job. I hope I just didn't jinx myself with this comment.