Major - My Horse of the Year
Only a horse? Well that may be,
but so much more than a horse to me.
A horse in a million – I know that sounds trite
but this perfect description fits him just right.
I don’t begrudge all the money I’ve spent
on this dear horse, from Heaven sent,
honest and brave, my trusty steed
out riding, he would take the lead
when others stood and would not budge
he’d walk straight on from the slightest nudge.
Frequently, he’d play the clown
in the outside school by lying down,
and there he’d snooze without a care
causing folk in passing cars to stare
at what it seemed was a dead horse
but no, it was only Maj, of course.
By Loch Ness shore he’d like to ‘paddle’
deep enough to reach the saddle,
but most of all he loved to swim
when, striding out, no stopping him,
the Monster, though, we didn’t see
(always a relief for me).
Not always such a perfect horse,
his halo sometimes slipped, of course,
as on one ride high on a hill,
no breath of wind, the air was still,
and there we’d stopped to stand and blether
but he dropped down to roll on heather,
me still on board! Laugh? I did not!
and his excuse, ‘Well, I was too hot!’
Always gentle, always calm,
incapable of doing harm,
friend to old ladies, strong men, tiny tots,
nothing phased him, not one jot,
he took all things within his stride,
a pleasure to be with – a pleasure to ride.
For eight short years he brought me joy,
my handsome, gentle, generous boy,
my dearest buddy, special friend,
his life cut short, too brief an end,
still in his prime, he seemed so strong
but that awful day, he proved me wrong.
So every day, I question why
this wonderful pony had to die.
It is so, so hard to say goodbye.
So this Christmas Eve, the tears still near
I say thanks to my beautiful ‘Horse of the Year.’
Wishing all Major's blog followers and friends a very Merry Christmas and happy 2015 x