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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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 ......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...

...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......Read the rest...