Once more this year  I lure my little horse
to step the trailer's high unstable place:
a squishy, soft and noisy, tingling force
on hooves, accustomed to a solid base.

Off sand and dirt and even welcome  grass,
step up he surely will, since I can bring
remembrance in his horsy mind to pass:
the snack before, and on his haunch a sting.

So up he flies to ride the road with me
to set a hoof  into the jamboree.