The Grand National

> What can I say that is good. About jumping horses over high brush wood. Wish I could think of something nice. Sorry can't if I had all night. Horses were transport in days of old. Many perished in two World Wars be told. I worked with them for a while. Was in the RAVC In days of, not so old, horses of the military. Stood far taller did than me. So do those Grand National Jumps, Their sight gives me the hump. Horses running, I'm OK with that. Even with a jockey on sat. But over Grand National jumps of Brushwood high. I would never ask a horse to do that, in case it dies. You see I think that is so cruel. Using as horse as a tool. Just to win a cup and cash. When all horse might get. Is all a bowl of lukewarm bran mash, Of course to the horse , no use is cash. As across the water it might dash. Not the bran, but the cash. As overseas it will pay no tax. Now I've aid that perhaps I can relax. Unlike those horses who over those jumps did dash. Sweating, frothing at their mouth, trying to spit that metal; bit out. gasping for breath , what's that all about? Horses are like the Badger and Fox. Got four legs, but no human voice box. So they cannot protest to you. That's something some of us humans do. Those who try to protect our animals, do you? Taken from Poems. Some happy, some sad, some to make you glad Book 9 Books: www.feedaread.com?>aff=6463<