Fetlocks Poems - Poems about Fetlocks

...Today there are no eyes on me, a puzzling curiosity! Whilst riding through the town most days so many eyes are wont to gaze - admirers of my fine fetlocks; my handsome withers, hooves and hock......

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...Small train of pack horses walking slow, five of them, to be precise, on the shore of this rock-choked river, opposite where I make my way. Led by three men wearing buckskin, one is Injun, mus......

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...Fine tussled forelock hides unbridled pain from stifle-lameness acknowledged too late, withering lesser those few that remain watching as Stormcloud takes one final gait. Soft ......

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...Done Droving The sliprails are down the horses are gone ,………(sliprails slide in rail gate in rail yard) goose neck spurs all covered in rust. My Quartpot is bent i`ve left the Ballonne…(Quartpot h......

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...Three blind men, as in the elephant fable, examined a horse in a roadside stable. The owner said to the blind men then, “Guess what it is and ten dollars win.” The first exclaimed while strokin......

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