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
