I strive to feel the beat <br />The beat beneath my seat <br />Upon the horse which I sit <br />whom wears neither saddle nor bit <br />moving on with a steady trot <br />a fist of mane: the only security I got <br />bouncing around with a steady rhythm <br />With no kind of harness I feel freedom <br />Upon the horse's back which I'm mounted <br />these happy moments are preciously counted <br />I can think of nothing that gives me greater joy <br />then the site of a horse, along with his boy<br /><br />Glaedr the poet<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/bareback/
