Ginger
Ginger and I first met at a horse auction,
she was described as a strawberry roan
a gentle nature with a three-legged gait,
creating a bumpy ride because of this trait.
I learned to ride with Ginger hours at a time,
we were in cinque with leg commands,
she was not a fast quarter horse,
what a relief as she plodded the course.
Many years and miles passed along,
I remember my first horse with pride,
she was Ginger with an even soul,
who taught me to ride on the whole.
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