Stallions

There now, that got your attention instantly.

There's no use denying it Camilla, because

I saw your nostrils flare at the very thought..

They're "boy horses" Alice dear, do try to keep up.

 

 

A close second to my lifelong passion for running dogs

is my love of horses and it occurred to me last night

that I hardly, if ever, mention them in my writing or poems.

 

 

 

 Today I intend to put matters right and have decided

 to dedicate this entire post to these beautiful creatures.

Which means that my sister, for one, can look away now

as she's certainly not into animals, although if some of her

early boy friends were anything to go by that's not strictly true!

 

Laurence of Arabia perhaps?

I was always a very horsey teenager and used to be a working pupil

at the South London School of Equitation back in the day.

What that actually meant was that in return for shovelling

mountains of dung, picking out endless hooves, filling water

buckets and haynets at some ungodly hour of the morning in return

I was allowed to ride free of charge.  Bliss.

 

 

Many's the time I would be seen hurtling up Streatham Common

at full tilt on some wild eyed mount in the pouring rain.

It always rained in St Reatham as I recall.

 

 

I even won my first rosette riding side saddle and

dressed as Her Majesty the Queen

at the Tooting Bec Show.  Well they couldn't really let

anyone take precedence over the Queen - now could they?

 

And then I discovered boys .....

By the way, this one's for you Ginger.