{"id":2873,"date":"2017-01-12T16:49:48","date_gmt":"2017-01-12T05:49:48","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=2873"},"modified":"2017-01-12T16:53:22","modified_gmt":"2017-01-12T05:53:22","slug":"horses-of-childhood","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.robwalkerpoet.com\/?p=2873","title":{"rendered":"horses of childhood"},"content":{"rendered":"

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Some days the old horse had a nosebag full of chaff. When she didn\u2019t, she would wait out the front cropping grass at the base of the wooden telegraph pole near our driveway, plopping steaming turds the size of tennis balls, the colour of Keen\u2019s mustard.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

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I haven\u2019t written a lot of poems about my early years, but this suite Horses of Childhood<\/a><\/em> has just been published in LiNQ journal\u2019s latest volume Place, Past & Perspective<\/a><\/em>.<\/p>\n

There may be other Adelaide people as old as me who still remember horse-drawn Breadcarts<\/a>, milkies and Parr the Rabbit-o<\/a>. It was indeed a very different world \u2013 and certainly not one of privation\u2026<\/p>\n

It\u2019s always an honour to share publication with a lot of talented writers, including poet-buddies Les Wicks and Jackson. Thanks LiNQ for publishing my work.<\/p>\n

Read the poems HERE<\/a>.<\/p>\n

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Photo: Nanette Mazey (from Adelaide Remember When)<\/p><\/div>\n

When the Baker Delivered Bread in a Horse and Cart<\/a><\/p><\/blockquote>\n