My First Ride

THIS POEM IS NOT PRESENTED AS I INTENDED (ie. DOUBLE SPACED).

THIS HAS BEEN DONE BY PERSONS BEYOND MY CONTROL

THUS DIMINISHING THE READING EXPERIENCE.

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Well I recall, when I was young,

(Much younger than I am today).

My life, thus far, remained unsung...

When all I did was sleep and play.

I saw a horse, afore me stood,

Coat of chestnut, mane of black,

Most dazzling sight of my childhood

With lustrous seat and shining tack.

Slender legs, so firm and strong

Bearing his great body, lean;

Flowing tail so bristly long,

The very finest ever seen.

Bought for me that summer morn

Through my parents grace;

My like for horses then was born,

A lifelong fondness to embrace.

I looked way up to see this sight

Towering high above my head.

Standing gracefully aright

A proudly handsome thoroughbred.

Dare I mount him, dare I ride?

Would he take to me?

Could I seat myself astride?

Or would he firmly disagree?

I plucked up all my infant daring

Placing my left foot

In the stirrup he was wearing

An oh so tiny shoe I put.

I climbed into the leather saddle

(Assisted by my dad)

I placed my minute legs astraddle...

And rocked and rocked and rocked like mad.

                                ASJ