Palomino

• Brianna Short, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2010

As he canters around his paddock gracefully,
He awaits his riders whistle and comes faithfully.
At the trot he tries to throw in a buck,
His rider knows best she stops and makes him tuck.
She pushes him hard towards the jump,
Even though it was small she rode it with a bump, thump, thump.
They gallop up the hill to do a roll,
On the way back he pigroots, she’s lost her toll.
He now has to trot his circles tucked,
At the end she is surprised he hasn’t bucked.
She slides off his bridle and slips a kiss on his cheek,
He screws up his face and thinks gosh she’s a freak!
Even though we disagree;
When we ride you me and the horses be!