DAY TRIPPIN'

We talked all morning about the horse
that, if we're honest, none of us actually knew existed

but it seemed worth it just to get you into the car,
to stop shouting. We mentioned it so often

you began to repeat it from your child-seat
like a mantra, and you'll never know the relief,

having arrived and not been able to see a stable,
having stalled you with an ice-cream which you wore

like a glove as it melted over your hand,
of finding the woman who showed us where

the horse rides took place, where you waited
so quietly in line, where I stood and watched

as you approached the man with a five pound note
scrunched up in your tiny hand. You spent

thr rest of the day repeating the words "too little"
like a radio breaking bad news every hour on the hour.

We took you down to the lake and watched
you throw stones at the water, watched clouds fall apart

and mend as rowing boats left the harbour and you
sat still, refusing to join another queue.

by Tom WEIR (Commended), in "NATIONAL POETRY COMPETITION", Winners' Anthology 2014, presented by The Poetry Society 2014

(photo taken from Internet; edited by Armando TABORDA)