Friday, 18 March 2011
Bit of this
The minutes I make up by the jogging I do with whippet are reclaimed by wonder as I watch 6 young race horses, doing what they are bred for, having fun and cavorting around their nursery field.
Did you get them he yells through the school fence. "Your the best teacher ever" he beams.
He is still beaming when I catch up with him as he ices his biscuits.
It was worth risking the wroth of man about the house for being late and queuing for 20 minutes in M&S.
Bit of that
We will harbor you memory
We will bind our loss
In the warm currents of you laughter
We will search the sky
For your wild blazing star
And your voice will endure singing out to us
Between the spaces in the wind