Gifted With Horses : Animal Poetry

There's  a quiet country girl who works at the stud .

She's gifted with a horse sense, it's there in her blood .

It sticks to her and it's soft going through the mud ,

For there's more to hooves than shoes that race with a thud .

When she watches she's got the eyes of a hawk .

When she listens she can hear the horses talk .

From the lush Irish fields from Kildare to Dundalk ,

There's many a whisper that goes out for a walk .

Some horses frighten easy like babes in the woods .

So she keeps wolves at bay with her red riding hoods .

She's a friend who must contend with all of their moods .

It's her own horse business and she's got the goods .

From gripping a tight rein there to fixing a fence ,

There's no one like her that can cut down an expense .

  So lift up your glasses all you ladies and gents .

And salute the fine girl with the gift of horse sense .

By Paul McCann