Thursday, 30 April 2015

The riding camp was usual enough

The riding school was usual enough; it had
A horse ,a dog, a paddock, a driveway
That runs through it, and even a rickety old feed shed
I never went into. My friends, my instructor and I
Did what riders do - cantering and jumping around the grassy
Paddock, made jumps out of whatever we could find, dodged the crazy
Jack Russell's, hid like ninjas in the dark
Bushes with only the moon for light.
Broke badminton bats, got shuttle cocks stuck in trees or pretended we were ponies.

Doing nothing important.

Zoe R Holland

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