I had a chestnut Pony
and his little name was Harry.
I got him when I was 11
and I was as happy as Larry.
He was a nightmare to load
and even worse to hack out.
It took us hours to get him in the trailer and we began to doubt.
But i will never forget his beautiful cheeky face,
and a spark in his eye.
When he was naughty you had to forgive him,
and just let it all pass by.
When I started to jump him
I was in for a further shock.
After every single jump we did
I found it hard to stop.
But that didn't last for long,
as I grew stronger and began to get
more confident with more lessons
and Harry I did no longer regret.
I had him for about three years
and in those years I learnt.
That every pony has its mischief
and no pony can be turned.
There was nothing wrong with my pony,
I was just a little novice at the time.
But within a year of knowing him,
our relationship grew and shined.
But one day we realised there was a problem,
He has sarcoids on his shoulder.
They grew bigger and bigger under his beautiful skin
And we realised they weren't getting much smaller.
There was another thing we leant that year,
That his road problem wasnt naughtiness.
He had had an accident once before we got him
And thatâ??s what had caused his frightened ness.
Harry was now 19 years of age,
and my own plucky little pony.
He had kept me company on those days
That I was at my yard all lonely.
But now the day had come,
to say goodbye to my little friend.
I thought I would be with him
be there to the very end.
I had grown too big,
and he had grown quite old.
I had used him for almost everything
even to hug when I was cold.
The day came for him to return
to his old home he once knew.
I led him back to a paddock
and whispered my final words 'I love you.'
The day had really come,
goodbye my beautiful friend.
I stared at him out of my car window
and watched him call out for me he screamed 'Dont go I dont want this to end!'
A few months went on
and I visited him never alone.
We went about 6 times
and I dreaded him going to a new home.
I had the urge to see him one day
Even though mum said maybe not.
Im so glad now that I did
Because now this was my lot.
I didnt get close to him that day
and I wish I could have done so.
Because Harry died two days later
and I felt so sad and low.
It was because of those sarcoids.
That horrible, dreadful disease.
It had happened to my beautiful pony
Who did everything to please.
So these are my final words
as I think of the memories I hold on to.
Goodbye and I love you Harry
And I will never forget you!
