This is a fairly true account of my very first horse show with my not-so-nice pony.
|THE SHOW MUST GO ON!
I sat outside the show-ring gate half-wanting to go in.
My first time ever 4-H show was ready to begin
My pony Deena felt my nerves; she made it her objective
to test my patience through the day – her efforts, quite effective!
We started with a Pleasure Class – which was, in fact, not so.
At first she tried to buck me off, then stopped when I said, “Go!”
Then next we tried a Hunter’s Class with jumps but two feet tall.
She cleared the first three fences well, the fourth, though, not at all.
And me, a novice rider, had no choice; I cleared the jump ...
without my pony under me and landed on my rump!
Though bruised a bit, I stood right up and grabbed my pony’s reins.
I headed out the exit gate and down the gravel lanes.
I would have packed Miss Deena up and left, but I was stuck
since I was only eight years old and could not drive our truck.
And so I faced one final ride with Deena in control.
She walked instead of cantered twice – a pony on a stroll.
By now my tears, as well, refused to listen to my plea;
this day went nowhere near the way my dreams said it would be.
I left without a ribbon, but my trials weren’t ignored.
For, in the end, they gave to me the sportsmanship award.