Poetry

Strawberry blonde hair blown wild by the breeze
Trailing behind as her mount she did tease
Rousing his vigours as they came to a high hedge
All the way over and still they had the edge
Will her triumph be held right to the end
By and by we will know my friend
Everyone watching and urging them on
Run boy run, is the theme of their song
Rising again to jump the very last fence
You should have heard the crowd as they winced

But though the log rattled it never quite fell
Long were the sighs as the pair did so well
Onto the finish line for a big cheer
Now it's all over, some will sup beer
Down at the stables much later that day
Ellie groomed her steed in the proudest of ways....

©Rhumour
July 14th 2010