Thursday night – opposite home.
A ribbon of light illuminating
The Trots.
Horses pulling “gigs”
Hooves pounding, drivers shouting.
A panoramic view from our roof –
Tiled, gabled roof … the perch, precarious,
With Pop in charge of safety, we train binoculars on races.
We perched on the roof to watch the horses compete.
Picking winner after winner.
Never falling … even in photo-finishes.
365 Short Memories 