Poetry Friday: Twenty White Horses

Twenty white horses
Upon a red hill;
Now they tramp,
Now they champ,
Now they stand still.

(A child's teeth.)

This nursery rhyme reminded me of Laurie Keller's work. If you aren't familiar with her books, snatch them right up!

I'm looking for the poetry roundup this week still. Stay tuned! Just found it with Kelly at Crossover!