Boy Wonder

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