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I have put my one book up ‘A Horse woman’s Vintage Vignettes’ on Amazon.

A Horsewoman’s Vintage Vignettes eBook : Daurio, Mary: Amazon.ca: Kindle Store

This is the backblurb.

A Horsewoman’s Vintage Vignettes follows Mary from her early years on the farm with her first pony to her young adulthood, when she obtains a driver’s license to race Standardbred harness horses. Right alongside the big boys and their shiny sulky-carts, despite the clubhouse doors all having mandles. The story leaves her as a fifty-year-old, open to the idea of a resurrected marriage.

One thing that never needed enervating is her love of horses. They carried her through the high times and the hard as hell times, never missing a step. Flip the pages and come along on the ride. Be entertained. There is joy in the journey, tempered by sorrow and perseverance. Lessons learned and life lived on the sketchiest of budgets, but to the fullest with family, friends and many exquisite equine companions. If you love horses, this story is your bridlepath. If all things equestrian are not a favourite, no matter, you can still enjoy this coming-of-age and reinvention story, which stands tall on its own.

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If you Google my name, you will find stories of mine in different magazines.

Here is an irreverant take on the horse whisperer. No horses were harmed in the making of this poem.

Excuse Me

Bless the Horse Whisperer,

I’m just not sure it’s for me.

My horses hardly listen when I holler.

If I start whispering, I’ll have to get them hearing aids, (turned up full blast).

Then I’ll have to get rid of the horses,

Can’t afford batteries for the hearing aids.

Excuse me while I light my Colt cigar.

Live, breath, eat horses.

Well excuse me, not eat them.

But they better start listening to me!

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This one may be more to your taste

  Fun

My horses live at the end of the yard

Quite a piece from the house

I feed them little dry hay cubes

Soaked in water so they won’t choke

The buckets are heavy, very heavy

In the deep snow, I snowshoe down

On the shoes my friend Cassie gave me

It’s hard work, and I wonder why I do it

It’s not all toil and trouble, I ride them for fun

Amazing what a person will do for fun

Ask me how much fun I’m having

Tripped up and buckets a turn

Never mind, you’d have to wade knee deep

In the snow to get my frozen blue answer

That wouldn’t be much fun!

Look out the window and laugh

It’s all right, I’ll never know the fun you’ve had

It’s good to be of some use .

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Thanks for stopping by.

I will tell about my journey with KDP publishing in future posts. And offer more stories on varied subjects. It’s not all about horses.