She is a beautiful old lady.
Even though she’s gone stiff in old age.
In days gone by, she was fiery.
But time makes bones old and forms a cage.
Her coat is still shining a deep bay.
Those big chocolate eyes still glitter.
Even though her mane has a few greys.
Those legs can still tear up an acre.
Twenty-five years she’s spent on this earth.
Even though she still enjoys her hacks.
I may have had to let out her girth,
it doesn’t hinder or hold her back.
Unlike in the school, where she’s a mule.
Dragging hooves, napping or refusing,
she hates it and shows her ridicule.
It is boringly agonising.
In the field, she’s a wondrous sight.
When she gallops across, head held high.
I just can’t let her overexcite,
she thinks she Is young and can still fly.
The lead mare, her subjects in their place.
Making sure the young always behave.
A heart of gold as long as their space
til’ annoyed; then she’ll make you a grave.
Her affection can turn opposite
absolutely female through and through.
But, an apple is her chocolate,
assures forgiveness is in view.
About the Creator
J.B. Miller
Wife, Mother, student, writer and so much more. Life is my passion, writing is my addiction. You can find me on Linkedin at https://www.linkedin.com/in/brandy28655/
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