My riding hat

It is dusty and smelly
It is dented and small
but despite all its characteristics
I love it all

It has seen me through good times
and bad times too
but to me it's an escape
to me it's glue
gluing memories and dreams
together forever
gluing success and failure
gluing the bad and the clever

I love it so much
however dusty and old
I inhale its smell
the smell of trotting in the cold
I remember falling
with the hat on my head
falling off my dear Savel into the gravel
I remember going into the field
trotting a lot using my hat as a shield

I love
my dear riding hat