Poem to my granddaughter: point-to-point.

Dear Rheannon, We’ve come back from Aunty La, It wasn’t near but not too far. She took us to some pretty places And even a day at the horse races. Point-to-point is what it’s called. It was so cold we were not enthralled. The wind it whistled across the grass, Especially when the horses pass. [...]

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