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.

bouncing ***** and sitting scooters,
nothing mattered when we were young
everyday was a playday with friends.

yelling and laughing, running around
the hardwood gymnasium floor
how could anyone feel lonely here?

maybe that's why gym class was the best,
it's impossible to feel alone there,
when there's endless fun at every corner.