I'll miss him in the Springtime, when its drizzling with rain
I'll miss him most at this time, cos its Cheltenham time again
I'll miss him in the Summer when we turn up for a barbie
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Guineas, Oaks and Derby
I'll miss him in the Autumn when the leaves turn gold and red
I'll miss him most at this time cos its Hennesey and Whitbread
I'll miss him in the Winter when we all sit down to gorge
I'll miss him most at this time when I'm watching the King George.
To sum it up I'll miss him whether win, draw, lose or place
I'm allways gonna miss him when I'm watching horses race.
Comments
Blessing | November 9, 2011 - 09:22
I really felt this. Last night I read "Trade" by Fan Flaherty - winner of a Guardian comp and the theme was horses. Three its - should be it's not possessive? Sad and thrilling at the same time as life goes on and we fondly remember.
jolono | November 9, 2011 - 09:26
Thank you for you comments. I will try and read "Trade" as well.
Sooz006 | June 29, 2012 - 13:51
This feels very father and son, rather than say lovers or friends, I don't know why. It could be about a pet dog, there's nothing to give the impression that it's about a father, but that's what I picked up from it.
It's lovely.
jolono | June 29, 2012 - 20:59
Sooz thank you it was all about my dad.
jolono | June 29, 2012 - 21:19
Thank you for your comments, I miss him every day.
jolono | June 29, 2012 - 21:40
I wrote this when I was cheltenham the year after he died. long story......