Green Lessons
A Poetic Reflection on Riding Correction
I used to think I knew a lot;
My horses nearly were self-taught.
We'd pirouette, right on the spot,
Until this sorrel colt, I bought.
I used to think myself quite smart.
My equitation, work of art.
Until this colt, he stole my heart
And upended my apple cart!
I never stood a single chance.
He looked at me, a single glance,
And my resolve turned happenstance,
As I embarked on new finance.
I used to think that I could ride;
My ribbons, I displayed with pride,
From horse show classes, far and wide,
Until he carried me, wide-eyed.
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