Snow Hill Ponies
£2.50
Our Poem
Snowflakes fell all through the night
The meadow once green is glistening white
We'll take hay to the ponies, they'll soon gather round
Muffled hooves making hardly a sound.
There are snowmen to build and games to play
In this wonderland on Christmas day.
Verse by Mary Lascelles
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