Jane, <br />Remember, <br />Ride not with reins <br />Though they are there, <br />But sense the beast <br />Beneath— <br />The heritage <br />She carries in her breast, <br />Her very cerebrale <br />Are yours to share. <br /> <br />True, <br />Her mane-tossed freedom <br />You’ll control, <br />Her rippled power <br />You’ll guide, <br />And the beat of her dramatic feet <br />Will echo in your mind <br />And hide the depth of your despair. <br /> <br />But, <br />Quite by accident one day, <br />Your hearts will nudge <br />And side by side <br />You’ll ride free of all doubts, <br />And beautifully, so beautifully, <br />Unaware. <br /> <br />Oh, Jane <br />Remember <br />Just her spirit ride, <br />For equestrianship <br />Is nothing but a simple mating <br />Of your humbleness <br />And her great pride. <br /> <br />(Summer,1968)<br /><br />Philippa Lane<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/riding/
