Hot fingers warm toes cold hard grey ribbon road
Soft red purple yellow wet unwinding furrow
Redwing explode around view miles high over middle England
Kite points the way kept secret by gently folded bodies of hills
Boulder strewn fields back cold hips cold now grinning madly
Speed down damp tunnels.. dogs in lines hacking jacket 4×4 horse boxing mass meat snorting stemming flanks
Flesh and metal steeds eye warily, rumble grumble patiently pick past fillies
Fast away, roar in my stride..
Spot..spit.. splash.. but home – Ha! I beat you back this time mother nature..
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John Harris
Pic: Claire Palmer
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Pic: Claire Palmer
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