Every December 13 is National Horse Day: a good day to recall a personal childhood experience involving a horse.
I’d recently heard that there were horses to see, and a strong possibility of horseback rides. Not one to decline such excitement, I went . . . and mounted a saddled brindle.
I realized, in not enough time:
Kid with Rocks
Saddle not quite snug
myself not footed
He threw rocks for fun
ensured a good run
propelled us into
old western romance
neither I nor horse
agreed: of course, late
learning what it meant
“dearth of management”
just kids having fun
verging to future
surely fell upon
later break of dawn
Thereafter, I’d be better grounded for any event—whether foot-on-ground or in stirrup!
Thankfully, this experience never deterred my appreciation of the majestic, herbivorous mammal known as horse. It did, however, belie any simple presumption of trust. Ah, growing pains!
In case you’re wondering, owners were able to round the horse up about a mile along the road after my ‘drop-off’. He was fine, albeit surely confused by having been accosted by rocks.
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