| My love: My pony Contributor(s): Widerberg, Hilde (Author) |
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ISBN: 1497412005 ISBN-13: 9781497412002 Publisher: Createspace Independent Publishing Platform OUR PRICE: $5.22 Product Type: Paperback Published: March 2014 |
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| BISAC Categories: - Poetry | Women Authors |
| Physical Information: 0.1" H x 6" W x 9" (0.17 lbs) 42 pages |
| Themes: - Sex & Gender - Feminine |
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| Publisher Description: Luckily I had a big Brother and one day my brother decided that he should have a horse. So suddenly he had a horse. I don't know How He got it But he always Seemed to get What he wanted, My big brother. He must have been born Under a lucky star Unlike me. So Even though Our parents didn't seem to have much money my brother must have managed to squeeze a reasonable amount out of them to finance this horse. But a horse Doesn't only Need financial support, It also needs attention, And my big brother, He was such a busy person. he didn't always have the time to go to the stable every day to do all the boring stable work. all the cleaning and feeding and grooming and riding in all kind of weather, as one are supposed to when one have a horse, he just couldn't do all that, he was too busy. so I did most of it. I was so happy to finally have got myself a horse, not just a little pony that was what I really wanted but a big white horse. Well, it was almost a pony, only bigger. After one year My brother Was twenty-one years old And he Was so tired Of having this horse So he sold it And bought himself An old sailboat Instead. Then I was just fifteen And in my parents' opinion I was clearly too young to have a horse on my own and I didn't have the money either, so then I started drinking and partying instead. For young girls Like me There was always A party And there was always Someone Who was willing To pay for My drinks. Then I kept falling in love With creatures Who looked like Horses With bony bodies, long limbs, Dreaming eyes, Big noses, fluffy manes, and even some of them had pony tales. I adored these Skinny creatures That reminded me Of all the beautiful horses Patiently waiting For me To come home To the stables Any rainy day. Many years later I was a mother And my little daughter Was deeply in love With a little pony. Maybe she was too young to have a pony on her own, she was twelve years old at that time, or maybe twelve is the perfect age to have a pony. Well, my mother didn't think so so she told her that she was far too young and that she would have to wait till she had grown up. I don't agree with that. I think that If you shall have a pony anytime at all, Twelve is a good age. when you are Twenty It will be too late, in my opinion. Who will like to have her first little pony when she is twenty years old or fifty-two? But I didn't feel like Discussing it At the time. After all My dear mother Was very ill And maybe she was about to die. My dear mother She was in a hospital because She had cancer And we My daughter and I Visited her, And then She told my daughter That I also had wanted a pony when I was a little girl but that I couldn't have it. And then She also told my daughter That my brother Have had a horse, Because he was big enough at the time. I felt so deeply Disappointed Over the fact That She My dear mother obviously didn't know about All my work With the old horse That my brother and I Had been having Together Many years ago. I wondered If she just had forgotten About all My efforts At the time Or if she never had recognized them. Had my eager stable work made no impression on her at all? Had I Ever Lived? Then my mother Died And I inherited some money, and with her money I bought the dear little pony To my daughter. Soon I realized That My daughter was in love with a very naughty little pony that was almost impossible to ride. But then we, My daughter and I, Almost moved Into the stable And trained the pony Into a nice little Competition horse For my daughter. But later on My daughter grew up To be a very tall Young lady And then she felt funny Riding competitions With her tiny Little pony. I want my daughter To keep riding As long as she wish, Maybe all her life, So I borrowed Some more money And I bought a bigger Competition horse To her. So now I have Inherited Her dear little pony. It is clearly Too little For me to ride it, I am too big And feel Completely funny On the back Of such a litt |