Written by: Donald Meikle

 To sit a horse in winds of force
With whiskers blowing in the face
Of risking knowing it's a race
Through hills and dales of clinging gorse
To save a little face without remorse
Before the sun has run its course
But mostly just to sit a horse
and feel the mounting joy
beneath my trembled legs
As feelings spread to mind equine
And all our world is ever fine
On dancing hooves I feel are mine