Ode to the Horse

To the horse who floats accross the ground with grace,
Causing all bystanders to turn and look as he travels,
Or leap a brook or herd a cow,
With unasuming finess and pride.

And yes, to he who wins races by many lengths,
Ears forward, nostrils flared, enjoying the game,
And also to the one with just a nose in front,
Ears pinned, dirt covered, heart pounding but in front.

Hats off to the pony rotund and short,
Who shifts to keep it's young rider centered,
Being just naughty enough to teach good lessons,
But not to scare or discourage.

To all those who have endured what we humans,
Dish out through our ignorance and stubborn natures,
be it  ill fiting tack or  improper technique,
The benevolent horse carries on, teachers and mentors all.