A Poem written for a theatre group and performed live in 1992.
Have you ever wondered what it’s like to be a horse?
Standing in a field things could be worse.
With all your mates around you running fast,
And nowt to do all day but eat the grass.
I doubt if you would ever think you’re lonely.
I wonder what it’s like to be a pony.
Running on four legs across the dew.
Going to the blacksmith for your shoes.
Jumping over fences six feet tall.
Giving rides to children one and all.
If someone gave a wish, I couldn’t lose.
A New Forest pony’s what I’d choose.
Of course, there are some bad things that’s not right.
Being branded on the bum I would not like.
Having only grass and hay to nibble on,
Oh, I would miss orange jelly and blancmange.
But all in all there really is no doubt,
A pony’s what I’m really all about.
But unfortunately dreams don’t all come true,
So here I am stood talking here to you.
I wish I were a pony. It’s not fair.
But remember – Grass is always greener over there.
I shouldn’t make a fuss or be so sad.
‘Cause I’m a donkey and that isn’t quite so bad.
Author: Vince Poynter
From the poems section of the vinceunlimited.co.uk web site Version 5.033 dated 1 Dec 2017
First Published: Version 1.00 in Oct 2003 and reproduced here in full, unedited
The image depicts two white ponies in a New Forest setting, taken by the author in May 2013. It was added in Version 5.033 7 Dec 2017.