AML
Well-Known Member
For over ten seasons, you have looked after me so well.
Carried me safely, never once losing me, regardless of the obstacles in our path.
We have seen some sights and had some adventures.
You have given me days that will live in my heart.
Youre a 17.3 shire x dwb and Im a 53 woman, but we click.
Im no great rider, but I know how to sit quietly, with a soft hand and thats all you want.
Leave it to me, I know what Im doing and so it proved.
You sometimes stop with your owner and others, but never with me.
You make me look a better rider than I am.
And why? Because I trust you.
We trust each other.
So the seasons roll by and so does your prime.
Youre rising 18 now.
Your owner picks the younger horse this season over you. He mumbles something about him not pulling
The King is deposed.
Its my turn now.
To look after you.
Your mind is still very willing, but the body begins to show the miles covered.
So
Ill pick your meets.
Ill play it canny and take shortcuts and Ill bring you home before you tire.
We wont go on every run, sometimes we will stand and watch.
And sometimes, well show the younguns how its done.
I want to sit on point with you and watch the autumn world awaken.
But more than this
I want the post hunting happy Sunday morning friend who lowers his face to my chest
I wrap my arms around your head and rest my forehead on yours and for a while, we just stand.
No words spoken.
None needed.
And thats why, whether you like it or not.
Its my turn now.
Carried me safely, never once losing me, regardless of the obstacles in our path.
We have seen some sights and had some adventures.
You have given me days that will live in my heart.
Youre a 17.3 shire x dwb and Im a 53 woman, but we click.
Im no great rider, but I know how to sit quietly, with a soft hand and thats all you want.
Leave it to me, I know what Im doing and so it proved.
You sometimes stop with your owner and others, but never with me.
You make me look a better rider than I am.
And why? Because I trust you.
We trust each other.
So the seasons roll by and so does your prime.
Youre rising 18 now.
Your owner picks the younger horse this season over you. He mumbles something about him not pulling
The King is deposed.
Its my turn now.
To look after you.
Your mind is still very willing, but the body begins to show the miles covered.
So
Ill pick your meets.
Ill play it canny and take shortcuts and Ill bring you home before you tire.
We wont go on every run, sometimes we will stand and watch.
And sometimes, well show the younguns how its done.
I want to sit on point with you and watch the autumn world awaken.
But more than this
I want the post hunting happy Sunday morning friend who lowers his face to my chest
I wrap my arms around your head and rest my forehead on yours and for a while, we just stand.
No words spoken.
None needed.
And thats why, whether you like it or not.
Its my turn now.
Very nice.