Saggitarius Trials

The sunlight shines on ribbon-knotted mane;
Wide-flaring nostrils challenge whipping wind.
He tolerates travail beneath the rein,
The vibrant spirit snugly disciplined.

Two gentle hands maintain a firm control
While goading legs and seat impulsion lend;
Then forward thrust to cleanly clear the pole
And canter out the course to reach the end.

The sir upon his hunter waits the choice,
While others guide their steeds along the track;
Anxiety and doubt discount the voice
When earnest judges call his number back.

Now unified in motion, nerve returns:
As centuar rides he on and ribbon earns.

(May, 1984)