Funeral Cortege

 

Funeral Cortege

My Granddad was a Farrier.

As a child my mother often sat upon the huge, shiny black  funeral Shire horses as they were being shod.

They must have been very calm horses to allow a little child to sit on them whilst this was happening.

There was a funeral today.  The four dapple grey  horses had lovely bright orange feathers on their heads.

Everyone dressed in vibrant reds and oranges, which is nice.

A little boy, not expected to reach five years of age.  He lived to eleven years of age.

©Barbara Burgess 2014

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