04-22-2015, 10:26 PM
Out fox hunting, for the first time at the age of nine;
Amy, my pony went wild.
In the first field there was a clump of trees,
a bog and a small wooden gate.
In our haste we made a mistake;
got stuck in the bog, the wrong side of the gate.
I spied a chum from my pony club ride.
He saw my glum compromise,
but simply galloped on,
him and the rest of the throng.
Amy now lost her mind, plunging at the fence, spinning
in a muddy ferment of flailing feet.
I thought I was going to die.
My saviour was an elderly lady
following on at a steady jog trot.
Seeing my grey and tearstained face, she stopped;
helped me to navigate the gate.
I never knew her name or saw her again.
My mount took off; despite her late entry to the race,
covered in foam, she won by three lengths.
I assume my saviour, resumed her nice stately pace.
Amy, my pony went wild.
In the first field there was a clump of trees,
a bog and a small wooden gate.
In our haste we made a mistake;
got stuck in the bog, the wrong side of the gate.
I spied a chum from my pony club ride.
He saw my glum compromise,
but simply galloped on,
him and the rest of the throng.
Amy now lost her mind, plunging at the fence, spinning
in a muddy ferment of flailing feet.
I thought I was going to die.
My saviour was an elderly lady
following on at a steady jog trot.
Seeing my grey and tearstained face, she stopped;
helped me to navigate the gate.
I never knew her name or saw her again.
My mount took off; despite her late entry to the race,
covered in foam, she won by three lengths.
I assume my saviour, resumed her nice stately pace.