I spend my life a’waitin’ <br />For someone to hop on my back <br />For I’ve been trained to carry <br />A rider and sometimes a pack <br /> <br />Occasionally I get a person <br />Who has never been on a horse <br />But it doesn’t really matter <br />Cause I love every ride, of course <br /> <br />And when I’m not out riding <br />I visit with my fellow corral mates <br />We chat amongst ourselves <br />We might even have a little debate <br /> <br />I love when a little kid <br />Is excited and clings to my mane <br />He giggles with anticipation <br />But me, I am always the same <br /> <br />Sometimes I carry a pretty lady <br />With perfume that smells really nice <br />And riding on another of my friends <br />Is her boyfriend who’s wearing Old Spice <br /> <br />Whoever I take out riding <br />Usually pats and rubs on my side <br />It’s a special life for a horse <br />I just love the place I reside!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-trail-ride-horse/
