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Post by Elaine on Dec 27, 2011 18:53:43 GMT
Why do I like horses? I think I must be mad. My mother wasn't horsey - and neither was my dad. But the madness hit me early - and hit me like a curse. ... And I've never got much better. In fact, I've just got worse.
My stables are immaculate. My house is like a hovel. Last year for my birthday - I got a brand-new shovel. I hardly read a paper - but I know who's sold their horse. And I wouldn't watch the news - unless Mr Ed was on, of course.
One eye's always on the heavens - but washing waves in vain. As I rush to get the horses in - in case it's going to rain. And though they're wearing 15 rugs, the best that you can get, I bring them in to keep them dry - while I get soaking wet.
I spend every pound I've got- on horsey stuff for sure. I buy saddles, bridles, fancy rugs - and then I buy some more. I should have had my hair cut - or bought that nice blue shirt, At least it wouldn't now look ripped and showing up the dirt.
I can't make a bloody sponge cake- so I don't even try. But I can back up a car and trailer in the twinkling of an eye. It's jeans and joddy boots that I live in night and day. And that smell of sweaty horses just doesn't wash away.
Once every now and then I dress up for a ball, With make-up and posh hairdo- and high-heel shoes and all. I ache from long-forgotten falls. My knees have got no skin. My toes have gone a funny shape from being squashed again.
But late at night, when all is still- and I've gone to give them hay, I touch their velvet softness and my worries float away. They give a gentle nicker and they nuzzle through my hair. And I know where my heart is - more here than anywhere!
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kizi
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Post by kizi on Dec 30, 2011 1:09:43 GMT
Love it! It's all true for me except I live in wellies not jod boots!!
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anro
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Post by anro on Feb 16, 2012 17:42:36 GMT
aww I love this lol
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