Written by: Vaquero Waddie
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Don't look a gift horse in the mouth
when you're chomping at the bit
the Withers of a horse is used
to measure height
Straight from the horse's mouth
believe what he say's
don't fail to wear your Halter
in your certain disipline
find yourself a true lover
one you call your freind
Backing the wrong horse
will have ya'll airing out ya'll's lungs
I could have told you she didn't
want all that kissy stuff
tire of you before
it was over
cause she plumb had enough
a great relationship
has it all
walk trot and cantar
slow when you need it slow
fast when it needs ah-cantar
you'll know when it's right
a smooth steady pace
I reckon all things like this
it the same all over the place
Learning dressage can be difficult,
Especially when training with different horses.
Eddie ‘Whoopee Cushion’ maintains speed all the way through,
While Angus ‘Cow Horse’ moos.
Scooby ‘Snail’ fails to obey,
And Joey ‘Giant’ delays going into canter.
Although all horses are different,
I still manage to score over sixty per cent.
Even if horses don’t obey,
I got to keep trying to keep my score high.
If I don’t keep trying and let the horse take control,
I will lose marks and have no hope of winning.
When I halt the horse and salute,
I know it is the end of the test and hope for a good score.
20/06/21
DRESSAGE
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I bend to your hands
Of feathery soft light
I dance and prance
To both our delight
Your hands and legs
Guide me guide
Ride me ride
Two together
Entwined
With pride
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My horse poem for today for riders who have played with this discipline, from a horse's point of view.
Perfecting skills to calm a flighty horse.
Compact its trombone limbs with reins and legs
performing with no noticeable force,
all trouble and delight that beauty begs.
One horse, one rider, indivisible;
sky-born with earth-bound duty to endorse.
Control from legs and seat must be invisible,
obeying smooth transitions on the course.
Struck by awe, crowds watch, as in a trance
a pleasure trip controlled by aids precise.
Such liveliness contained in equine dance,
by what divine device - this Paradise?
Each discipline involved must ne'er be seen.
Before our eyes must seem a floating dream.
A STUNNER JANUARY 2018
Contest Judged: 3/17/2018 8:08:00 AM
Sponsored by: Line Gauthier |
2nd Place
In
slow
motion-
sea horses
ride the ebbing tide.
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