The Foal Poem by Joseph Enright

The Foal



Struggling to stand on wet green land,
Mother nervously at hand
New born foalon spindly legs
Welcomed to the world by chilly winds.

First steps taken tentatively,
Gives his first joyous whinney,
Strengthening legs....he stretches out
Soon...proudly , he struts about.
Galloping now with great speed
Of his mother....he takes no heed
Owner looks in oer the gate
Says 'Someday Shergar you will be great'

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Francis Duggan 28 January 2008

Such a fine poem you have written here Joseph I like the owner's dream of another Shergar thanks for the memories

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