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by Amy Devlin-Aylott
From the shy little girl in a frock,
the one who hated a row,
Came a strong little girl, a brave little girl,
A love for horses did grow.
Chocolate came when she was 12 years old,
With a smooth, dark coat to hold.
Good mannered, white socks, a snow coloured star on her head.
But for the adventurous girl with the helmet, each step seemed brimming with lead.
So, Jenny got National Velvet, a thoroughbred horse, a beautiful horse with a sense for a show
But, as Velvet was no pony and eager Jenny just a girl, the Juniors was no place to go.
Sitta Sam was a gift, speckled like dappled Shade.
A well-trained horse he was, very happy a girl he made.
He could jump, he could fly!
As he moved through the sky.
Jenny gripped his bridle, a grin on her face, her boots saying, ‘go faster’!
And as the sun rose, calling her to school, she bade goodbye to the paddock, and ran off down the road, her hair flying behind ‘er.
To the day, the passion is clear,
Horses to her will always be dear.
If you look in the garage there is a bag of horse brushes, whips and other horse gear.
To Granny, a whinny is one of the loveliest sounds she will ever hear.