Trying to track down a poem that I had a copy of many many years ago, but now lost.
Its basically about a mans first pony and his progress with horses
can only remember the last couple of lines
"When all the show jumpers are tucked up in bed
He goes to the field where the old pony waits
For he never turns in without saying Goodnight
To the little grey pony that started him right "
Used to make me well up when reading it, and actually feel a bit weepy typing this bit!
Anyone recognise it ?
Its basically about a mans first pony and his progress with horses
can only remember the last couple of lines
"When all the show jumpers are tucked up in bed
He goes to the field where the old pony waits
For he never turns in without saying Goodnight
To the little grey pony that started him right "
Used to make me well up when reading it, and actually feel a bit weepy typing this bit!
Anyone recognise it ?