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.
May 3, 2015
May 3, 2015 at 11:20 AM UTC
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.