As a little girl, I always wanted a pony for Christmas. Santa never brought me a pony. So in my late 40s, I started taking horseback riding lessons. When I turned 50, I got my first horse, an Icelandic named Blessi (Veigar frá Búðardal). Little did I know how much fun life with an Icelandic was going to be. Blessi has a unique perspective on life. I hope you enjoy reading about it as much as I enjoy Blessi. And you will probably read about my cats from time to time.
Crepe and Penn Literary Magazine included my poem "If a
Pony Penned a Poem." Guess who was the inspiration? You can read it on
page 66 of the following attachment.
Blessi also asked me to remind everybody that a peanut is a poem to a pony.
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