WINTER GALLOPS

Jack Frost silvering the grass,

Crunching underfoot like glass,

Adding to a rider's woes,

Freezing fingers, numbing toes.

 

Steaming horses tread with care,

Warm breath misting in the air;

In line across a windswept hill

Where their master waits until -

 

In the gloom they surge and fade,

Strengths and weaknesses displayed,

Ghosts beneath a leade...

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