The joy, oh the thrill
when I cantered Boy Wonder
around that menage
my love for riding renewed
American saddle, new to me
but I had him the right leg*
every time, and I laughed
with sheer pleasure for living
And every one gaped
as they’d thought he’d
take me under the branch
to rid himself of me
My horsemanship not lost
though American saddle so strange
I guide him, communicated
we became as one moving being
Strong nature but sweet
his action was a dream
the joy, oh the exhilaration
when I cantered Boy Wonder
*right leg as correct leg. A horse riding term
Published in The Lark
