I stumble and fall <br />trying to keep up with Michael and Dolly <br /> <br />as they plough on <br />ahead <br /> <br />and I follow <br />in their wake <br /> <br />falling over furrows <br />that they make. <br /> <br />Dolly's coat glistnes <br />with the immense effort <br /> <br />the intense strange strong smell of horse. <br /> <br />Uncle Michael <br />at one with the harrow <br /> <br />muscles taut and tight <br />controlling everything <br />with his voice. <br /> <br />I copy him
