I have been doing some cleaning recently and I came across this photo of me with my first pony, January. She was a POA and a really really nice pony. We searched for months and saw a lot of not nice ponies before my dad called up the neighbors to inquire about the pony out in their field. Their kids had used her for 4-H but were grown and gone by that point and so they agreed to sell her to us. When we got her I wasn't able to saddle her with out help, so I spent lots of time riding her bareback around our 30 acre farm. She was a wonderful pony. Now, my younger brother tells me that all of my horses are POA's. He says it stands for Prisoner of Alanna.