A Hidden Champion
One night at an evening show
The air was cool, the sky aglow
And I felt so happy after a jump
I put down my head and tossed up my rump
I was just feeling playful, but the next thing I knew
Into the air the human flew
Her muscle was torn; someone put me away
She went home to ride another day
The human got hurt because I threw a buck
I was rather horror struck
That day came soon, but it would be a while
Before she could jump in our usual style
So we entered a class judged on how I went
This turned out to be money very well spent
The human rode lightly, with barely a touch
I tuned on a dime and halted and such
When the results were announced loud and clear
I won my first blue ribbon of the year
Could we make something good come from that buck
Or was that show beginners luck?
Class after class, night after night
The pleasure horse division was our delight
I was handy, I was smooth, and I didn’t bat an eye
If another naughty horse went bucking by
We tried something new and uncovered our skill
Now our journey wasn’t so uphill
We used my mistake to open up a new world
And the champion in me started to unfurl
We were top in the show, the region, the state
We were the ones to beat, no matter the slate
Thanks to what we did after that impulsive buck
I’ll always be a champion, and that’s not luck