Poem: Riding For the Disabled

Aug 21, 2013, updated Mar 17, 2025

The joy of children riding through the eyes of a Shetland pony has been sweetly captured by South Coast Poetry group member 81-year-old Viven Wade.

Riding For the Disabled

I am a little horse, who never will be tall,
For I’m a Shetland pony bred to be small.
I live with other horses, where I am stabled,
The work I do is called “riding for the disabled”.

I can carry little children, because I am so small,
My nature is very gentle, I would never let them fall.
Most children need help, when placed upon my back
As I lead them carefully, around the circular track.

Some are afraid, riding me removes their fears,
To hear all their laughter, is music to my ears.
I’m sure these children, are excited as can be,
Waiting for their next visit, to come and ride on me.

Wade has worn many hats, first as a milliner, then a midwife and was married halfway through her ministerial training at Bible College. Her book of poems, Bunches of Blessings, is available through www.peterwade.com.

Readers’ original and unpublished poems up to 30 lines can be emailed, with postal address, to [email protected]. A poetry book will be awarded to each contributor.