As I sit and ponder the joy of my girls

The sweet demeanor and those little blonde curls

I see in them the Maker's design

The softness and gentleness that nobody can deny

But as I say this very thing, I can't ever forget

The fire that has been instilled in them when their mind is set

They ramble and fight to become who they are destined

But with a sweetness and strength that can never be forgotten

I struggle to portray this in the way that I see it

But the magic of a horse seems to help me repeat it

I see a scared little girl mount an adrenaline filled steed

As his nostrils flare, I think we can all agree

This little blonde angel has become a focused machine

As the horse feels his energy start flowing indeed

I see her morph like a butterfly from a dry cocoon

Her eyes squint and her lips pinch like a wildflower in bloom

The rushing blood from the horse seems to flow within her

The two become one as she touches him with a spur

Off running again on their inevitable course

My sweet little angel has become "A BEAST on a HORSE".