My Young Stallion

My young stallion
I found in the hills
His eyes were keen
With a strong 'self will'

I see his potential
His stance, his breed
When trained and disciplined
He’ll inspire and lead

....."You can’t be serious"
Many said with a smile
He will never pull a cart
Or walk that extra mile

His impetuous nature
Will take him far and beyond
Will he ever be focussed?
With you will he bond?"

‘I call him ‘My Son’
And he patted his mane
To the end of his days
Faithful he will remain'

In the capable care
Of the very best trainer
Kicking and bucking, he learn't
Just made him lamer

"I know his potential
His unique gifts and worth
I have protected him jealously
From the day of his birth".

.....On barren trails he wandered
Wailed and asked why
This breaking-in process
Often made him cry

His loving trainer
Simply smiled
‘For a rare specific role
Your name has been filed’

‘I know the exact Filly
Who will be your friend
The patience required
Has bought you to your wits end’.

'I see the end from the beginning
And earth’s time can seem slow
By obedience and dedication
Like your Master, you'll grow'

.....A leader and teacher
With acumen and insight
Forging a pathway
To Life in the Light,,,,,

He lovingly gave him
An encouraging pat
By The Flowing Stream
You will see them chat = Written 6.3.2003

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