My First RideA Poem by Alan S JeevesDisclaimer: No horses were harmed during the writing of the poem.Well I recall, when I was young, (Much younger that I am today). My life, thus far, remained unsung... When all I did was sleep and play. I saw a horse, afore me stood, Coat of chestnut, mane of black; Most dazzling sight of my childhood With lustrous seat and shining tack. Slender legs, so firm and strong Bearing his great body, lean; Flowing tail so bristly long, The very finest ever seen. Bought for me that summer morn Through my parents grace; My like for horses then was born, A lifelong fondness to embrace. I looked way up to see this sight Towering high above my head. Standing gracefully aright A proudly handsome thoroughbred. Dare I mount him, dare I ride? Would he take to me? Could I seat myself astride? Or would he firmly disagree? I plucked up all my infant daring Placing my left foot In the stirrup he was wearing An oh so tiny shoe I put. I climbed into the leather saddle (Assisted by my dad) I placed my minute legs asraddle... And rocked and rocked and rocked like mad. © 2022 Alan S JeevesFeatured Review
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2 Reviews Added on July 3, 2022 Last Updated on July 3, 2022 Tags: horse, riding, times past, childhood gift, equestrian AuthorAlan S JeevesWest Yorkshire, United KingdomAboutI live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire., England. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing .. more..Writing
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