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My
pony's name is Autumn Breeze
He's
a gelding, a four year old Bay.
The
children are very attached to him,
And
do love to hear him 'neigh'!
As
prices go, I suppose he was cheap
But
we've had one or two ups and downs.
He's
had severe colic and there is no doubt
That
vet's bills bring on the frowns!
We
keep him down at the local farm.
He's
stabled right next to 'Trigger'.
Very
erect he stands, at fourteen-two hands.
He's
not likely to get any bigger!
During
the summer he stays out in the field,
To
romp and roam at his leisure.
But,
when he's called, he pricks up his ears,
And
comes galloping towards us, with pleasure.
During
the winter it really isn't so good,
He
stays overnight in the stable.
So,
at some ghastly unbelievable hour,
I've
got to clean him out, if I'm able!
But
it's taught the children a lesson, I know,
Because
they both act sensibly, not as a fool.
They
both do their bit to help me muck out,
Before
they get ready for school.
What
with the horse, dogs, tortoise and fish,
I'm
afraid that the hamster is dead,
You'll
understand just how tired I feel,
Because
there's still the housework ahead!
But
I wouldn't be without any one of them,
Each
and every one is so dear.
When
the time comes around for them to depart
I'll
certainly shed many a tear.
Sometimes
I wonder whether they understand,
And
appreciate all that I do.
I'm
convinced 'though, when they nuzzle into the small of my hand,
That
they're saying a loving 'thank you'. by Mai Petts
Author:
Trevor Durbidge Copyright © 2001 [TJD].
All rights reserved. Revised:
October 30, 2007
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