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Living up in the hills

you could call it a bleak existence

but the horses who lived there

didn’t mind at all

“Hey Mum!” said the foal to his mother

“why’s that bale of hay floating up the hill ?”

his mother smiled, as she thought for a while

and kept nice and still

“That’s our breakfast, dinner and supper, son

of freshly harvested hay…..

brought up by our friend the farmer

for us to eat on today!”

Published by inkdropk

Born and Bred in Salford, England - I live a short distance from Old Trafford - Home to Manchester United Football Club. I volunteer at Sale Harriers athletic club and at Imperial War Museum North - where i help as a guide to visitors in the galleries. A blogger, photographer, volunteer and occasional writer.

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