Irish Cob across the sea
In coastal Wales no longer free
A man on board to hold him back
A whip, a kick, to keep on track
The car slows down each eyes with care
To slowly pass no fright or stare
Each day confidence will slowly gain
Each day that passes, a little less pain
He backs up when a voice appears
One he knows he rarely hears
Encounters vary but soon diminish
His training then can surely finish?
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