Green LessonsA Poetic Reflection on Riding CorrectionI used to think I knew a lot;My horses nearly were self-taught.We'd pirouette, right on the spot,Until this sorrel colt, I bought.I used to think myself quite smart.My equitation, work of art.Until this colt, he stole my heartAnd upended my apple cart!I never stood a single chance.He looked at me, a single glance,And my resolve turned
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