A Fair Trade

We come into their world
With a long twirling rope,
And we often times think
That their life is a joke.

We think they're just animals
To use or to bend,
They're merely for humans,
A means to an end.

A bright shiny ribbon,
A trophy or two,
How we accomplish that reward
Seems to have little to do,

With respect or belief
In the spirit a horse,
Offers each single human,
T'il rebuffed in due course.

How sad that too often
In egos pursuit,
The horse's best interest
Becomes sadly moot.

Give them respect,
And watch as they shine.
They will offer their heart;
In return? I'll give mine.