Hobby Horse Dreams By Mark Tulin


In my mind,
I’m still a little cowboy
sitting on a wooden
hobby horse
on my parents’ shag
I could barely walk upright
and only knew a few words
like mommy, daddy and
ice-cream on good days.
I wore a ten-gallon hat,
slipped into a pair of Tony Lamas,
and pulled up my Wrangler jeans.
I rode the dusty canyon path
and played my guitar,
heated up weenies on an open
I rocked my wooden
hobby horse
under a Montana full moon,
down the dusty roads,
up the rocky inclines
chasing cattle rustlers
and men on
Most Wanted posters.
I could ride forever in my mind,
I could lasso up all the 
calves and steers I could find.
I could capture all the bad guys, 
put them behind bars 
and still, be ready for dinnertime.
This poem first published in the Scarlet Leaf Review in the March/April 2019 issue.

I am an author, poet, humorist, and short story writer from Palm Springs, California. I write about various topics, from my early childhood in Philadelphia to my years as a family therapist and finally to my soul-searching in California. These are poetic narratives that may have humorous or serious content or both. Either way, I hope my poetry and stories resonate with you.

15 comments on “Hobby Horse Dreams By Mark Tulin

  1. I lo so enjoy your poem. It is great and antertaining.
    This sweet guy on his hobby horse achieved an awful lot in one day – before dinner. 😊 .


  2. An exquisite evocation of what it meant to be a child.

  3. Pingback: Hobby Horse Dreams By Mark Tulin — Crow On The Wire – Rexton digital

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