Come Play With Me

a poem by Christine Anne Shaw, UK

Once in the saddle she rode without dread,
riding the colours of purple and red.
Ignoring the crowds, she cantered to start,
next came a gallop, she played the full part.

Outstripping the wind, her spirits were high,
meeting the challenge she quickly rode by.
Tresses all tousled, her hat gone astray,
no-one can stop her from getting her way.

The finishing line was soon within sight,
the springs on her horse about to take flight.
A smile on her face, confirming she'd won,
no trophy or prizes, all was for fun.

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