i.m Alan and Claudia Dench
After much diligent work in the stable –
helping brush out, adding water to the oats –
our grand daughter rode Harold round the paddock.
My cousin watched from the terrace, anxious,
encouraging, while her husband led the gray
as she sat astride, in all the right gear,
with all the natural seriousness
and dignity her five long years had taught her.
It was spring there in the narrow valley
an hour or so drive from the Pyrenees.