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28.1.2022 Poems by Pam

By Sue Palmer on January 28, 2022

Groom’s Winter Blues How many years have I not known the yearly winter trudge Through mud to do the horses, sometimes liquid, sometimes fudge It often starts in early fall and slows us grooms right down With lots of extra brushing off and washing greys, now brown! Why do they feel the need to roll […]

28.12.2021 Poems by Pam

By Sue Palmer on December 28, 2021

Grooming At The AJA Shows Get the lorry loaded up with everything we’ll need. Tack, hay and grooming kits and plenty books to read. Mounting blocks for getting on and stuff to make things shine. Coffee, tea and plenty food and don’t forget the wine! Season’s off, we’re on our way to another AJA show. […]

28.11.2021 Poems by Pam

By Sue Palmer on November 28, 2021

Fredy (after two months of controlled exercise and not allowed out in the field!) Oh Lord it’s hard not to be hungry when you’re fed only twice every day! With meagre and mean little portions and simply not near enough hay. Especially with these awful Haynes, I’d eat all I day if I could. Oh […]

28.10.2021 Poems by Pam

By Sue Palmer on October 28, 2021

The Chair I put this chair by the window. I thought “That’s a good view to be had!” But I don’t seem to get much to use it, which frankly I feel is quite sad. The window is French and delightful, the view is a joy to behold, Only I have to see it from […]

28.9.2021 Poems from Pam

By Sue Palmer on September 28, 2021

_Learning how to say goodbye is the hardest thing I know_ For soon you will not be here and I’ll have to let you go. The years we’ve spent together are so special in my heart, Which now is close to breaking as too soon ...

To a Trickle Haynet

By Sue Palmer on April 30, 2021

Oh evil instrument of equine teasing, morsels of food through micro holes squeezing. Filling my belly is much impeded. Takes lots of effort and much time needed. Your green nylon string so thick and strong. For a horse this is torture and just plain wrong. Tempting strands visible but so hard to attain. So very […]

29.3.2021 Radio Humphrey

By Sue Palmer on March 29, 2021

A poem by Pam Neill I start at seven every day, five if Jason’s been to stay I broadcast to him what we need – you’re up now man, give us some feed! He tends to go whatever I say. Can’t he just give us some hay? It really is not much to ask. Come […]