The Lonely Horse
Done its lifetime of work and has to be retired.
Sometimes someone comes along, pats it and calls its name
When the weather’s very bad - no-one - what a shame.
Cheer up lonely pensioners - keep warm, have a good meal every day
Think of the horse in a draughty field with only grass and dry hay.
Once when camping a horse came into our bell tent at night
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Hide AdNext morning he’s blowing bubbles in a soapy bowl - what a sight.*
Neigh, neigh, went the horse as we packed our tents and went home
Looking back he was standing where the tents were - all alone.
*Camp was at Hooe Village with local boys during the 1950s.
JE “OLD JACK” BRAIDEN
Buckholt Lane
Sidley