L e s t W e F o r g e t
An old looking black mare stands lazily in the field, in the shade of an oak tree. The guide sighs as she sees you looking at her. "That's Poppy. She's retired. That mare represents those who lost their lives in World War 1," she explains. "A.N.Z.A.C is the word. We even got some special pants, and.. Here, Pops!" The mare lifted her head, walking at her own pace to get to them, snuffling around for a carrot when she got there. "We painted a poppy on her hindquarters." The mare turned and walked away a few steps, annoyed that she'd travelled half the way across the paddock for nothing. You giggle.
An old looking black mare stands lazily in the field, in the shade of an oak tree. The guide sighs as she sees you looking at her. "That's Poppy. She's retired. That mare represents those who lost their lives in World War 1," she explains. "A.N.Z.A.C is the word. We even got some special pants, and.. Here, Pops!" The mare lifted her head, walking at her own pace to get to them, snuffling around for a carrot when she got there. "We painted a poppy on her hindquarters." The mare turned and walked away a few steps, annoyed that she'd travelled half the way across the paddock for nothing. You giggle.
