Gaskin Poems - Poems about Gaskin

...Arthur&Georgina Gaskin skilful&innovative from Birmingham Arts&crafts was their life a very creative husband&wife......Read the rest...

...I sit at my table - I sip onion soup It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup I could do with a meal and something to sup But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up Th......Read the rest...

...The Anatomy of a Horse (written for children) Horse's feet have a hoof, the hard part which he can pound, back of this is his frog, bottom part that stays off the ground. Between his hoof and h......Read the rest...

...Her tiny strands of forelock were as soft as silk, resting gently between her poll and soft ears- Her muzzle slightly wet as it began to wilt For she was saddened and brought to tears......Read the rest...

...My life seems to last forever now that I’ve start aging The sudden onset aches and pains start engaging My home is in a theme park petting zoo where other animals live and rest Each ......Read the rest...

...HORSES Knight of a famous land wanted a best horse for warfare To buy, along with loyal consul, he landed in horse-fair Many were on display, but one superior struck his sight Bay coat, brown <......Read the rest...

...I sit at my table - I sip onion soup It's good for my cough - bad case of the croup I could do with a meal and something to sup But the bar is now closed - the buffet locked up Th......Read the rest...

...At the foot of the mountain lies a wide verdant plain With rich flowing breasts tend its enchanting brethren A cuddly care that nature does, in collaboration with men Catered to those gallant so......Read the rest...

...A horse that runs wild and free Enjoys freedom with each stride No saddle on his withers be No grazing muzzle as a guide No headpiece on his poll abides His fetlock and his coron......Read the rest...

...I named her Chestnut, color of her coat, and love to hold her muzzle near my cheek, then run my hand from poll through forelock tuft down withers over croup......Read the rest...

...They were on the summit of the hill as if poised in a portrait. The breeze ruffling the stud's forelock and mane as he arched his head responding to the reins he moved on as his rider leant forward......Read the rest...