Sunday, 4 November 2012

Summer Queen

Buttercups and roses
Little pink posies
Bright floral frocks
And riding crops
Fluffy white clouds
Mum looked so proud
Fixated with Thelwell
And stables that smell
Shovels and spades
Then off to the glades
Wind through your hair
Sweet smell in the air
Of flora and fauna
Summer’s aroma
Back to the paddock
Twinge in the buttock
Acceptable pain
A day with no rain
The memories linger
For one that’s a thinker
Young equine queen
When she was thirteen

© Fergus Martin