by Linda Ann Nickerson

Created on: April 14, 2008   Last Updated: March 04, 2011

Mystified

A foal is born, and so he grows,
Until we head for rings and shows.
The trail awaits, and so do we,
My handsome chestnut colt and me.

Today, we saddled him for once,
Without a glitch, no bucks or stunts.
In tack he's never worn before,
He modeled like a matador.

This horse, he has me mystified,
I simply cannot wait to ride.
We're smitten to the core, we two,
Awaiting saddle-borne debut.

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