Yardbird
Well-Known Member
Love your poem its really good
I wrote this little poem about a hack I had with my youngster a few weeks ago. I think to have a happy hacker horse you have to have a few situations that test you and your horse, that build your trust in each other.
The precipice.
Hacking on a youngster,
Is sometimes rather fraught.
You find yourself wondering,
What on earth you’ve bought.
One minute your giant, lanky baby,
Can’t control his legs.
The next he’s spinning faster,
Than a Quarter horse on drugs.
Oh Lord, there’s a herd of cows,
They’re galloping down the hill,
We’re suddenly surrounded,
He thinks they’re on the kill.
I can feel his heartbeat racing,
Pounding beneath my knee.
His every instinct screaming,
To run, to go, to flee.
But I have a tiny window,
To reach inside his head,
To override his nature,
And his fear of being dead.
We stand upon the precipice,
Does he trust or does he flee?
He listens, he snorts, he bounces,
And then he chooses me.
We trot across the field,
Flouncing all the way.
Leaving the steers behind us,
Cavorting as they play.
But when next we face the terror,
Of cows or a strange leaf upon the floor,
He will worry just a little less,
And trust a little more.
By Anne Gartside
25th July 2016
