Snow Hill Ponies


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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