Horses... Fantastic nice and fine colour...

Even footballers had to stop,
when the horses came.
Watching the flurry of hooves in the 
spray and listening to drumbeats of 
sand chasing but never catching.

Then the game re-starts-
a ball spins like the earth
and Pele, Eusebio and Best
live again in fathers' eyes.

Where the girls had been dancing
where Rhiannon's sea-birds circled,
fairies had left their footprints.