Pony

Term Holidays

Walking
Head down
Country air
Happy thoughts

A light, rhythmic canter
Eager
Closer
Trots to the fence line
Her Pony

A communion of two

University Term break
My granddaughter is home
And down at the paddock

Instant recognition
Girl, Pony, together

An elderly man
At some distance
Captivated
Mystified
Ponies are so large
I’m not quite a Pony man

Me
Poppa
Great with cats, other people’s dogs
Chuckles with grandchildren – other people’s grandchildren
Crazy stories,
Laughs

Laughs, lies and teasing

A warm tan
Those large eyes
Teeth!
‘Flick!’ of the tail
Up close, ponies are enormous

Silence of communication
Inspection

Slow trot to the Pony Yard
“Come on!”
Right front hoof raised
Stones hooked out by some
Swiss Knife for ponies thingie

Me, the grandfather
First up in the morning
First up every morning
A well rehearsed
Making of that first coffee

Early morning light
Paddocks, cows
The ponies
Are waking
Space
Silence

David Legge, June 2025.

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Photography, poetry, culture, whimsy, Thames New Zealand

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