How their coats gleam in the sunlight
Magnificent solid colours they are
The horses with the chestnut coats
Shine as reddy-gold as the sinking horizon
The foals are so cute,
Their long legs are spiders,
Wobbling as they walk
And whilst riding into the sunset,
The wind whistles a fast tune
As the stallion gallops majestically,
Into the evening bloom
Horses love sweet, sensational sugar lumps,
So scrumptious, oh yes
And when they neigh
They just want some hay
To chew while they chill.
Their dark chocolate brown eyes
Resemble kindness and relaxation
They are marvellous, magnificent creatures
When they lope as fast as a bear
When they are stressed
Their mane is a tangled maze of noodles
Almost like blond hair
They are great companions
And make fantastic company
Horses hooves hover for a second as they canter carefully
And the clip-clop of the iron horseshoes,
So comforting it is,
So comforting.
There is a heavy saddle,
And sparkling stirrups
When the saddle is black,
It is as black as night
Sometimes, the reins and stirrups
Are snakes writhing in the air
Sometimes,
My saddle calls my name
To tack up my Welsh Section B horse
There is
Riding, running,
And reins at the ready
No jingly harness at all.