Handride

There are few
Happier sights
Than a big dog
Playing in the snow.

The park, empty
As my pockets after an
Unlucky spell at the track
Most winter afternoons

Was busy with kids,
Their parents and
Their dogs.
The snow is a

Bigger relief
From the leaden rain
Than a week of
Blue skies

Or a well chosen
Hopeless longshot,
Winning by five lengths
Under a handride.