WHEN I GROW UP - (a poem for Kym)
Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2011 12:45 pm
The other end of the scale is the miniature horses much loved by our own Kym and little Einstein is the smallest of them all.
If horses dream and I am sure they do - maybe Einstein dreams of how things will be.....................
WHEN I GROW UP
You don’t have to be an Einstein to realize that I am small
barely weighing six pound at birth , just fourteen inches tall.
I am tiny but I’ll grow you know – and inside in my heart
is a vision of a Vanner – though I doubt I’ll take a part.
Leading the parades of cavalry with two drums on my back
oh perhaps if they were bongoes – that’s a size that I might hack.
And I doubt you’ll ever see me harnessed up to a big dray
but a little bloke can have big dreams and dream of stallion play.
But for now I am content to play with my two goat companions.
A white boxer dog bigger than me. I dream of prairie canyons.
My Mum tells me ‘be careful – you are just a little boy’
which I am of course but I am not somebody’s fluffy toy.
My name is Einstein I am small, but also very smart
I’m the smallest horse born in the world – a perfect work of art.
But I’m dreaming big – oh yes I am – although upon reflection
a Gypsy Vanner I will never be. That’s my idea of perfection.
Maureen Clifford © 12/11
This is me at one day old -cute ...don't ya reckon?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fzciDHl ... re=related
one year on and look at me now. I can play 4 legged football - I could be a Bronco



http://www.youtube.com/watch?NR=1&featu ... fTYbZ9ExXk
I wonder if one of these is my Dad? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_fzciDHl ... re=related