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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=538492" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Horse of your Heart</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When you've ridden a four-year-old half of the day <br>And, foam to the fetlock, they lead him away, <br>With a sigh of contentment you watch him depart <br>While you tighten the girths on the horse of your heart. <br>There is something between you that both understand <br>As it thrills an old message from bit-bar to hand. <br>As he changes his feet in that plunge of desire <br>To the thud of his hoofs all your courage takes fire.<br>When an afternoon fox is away, when begins <br>The rush down the headland that edges the whins, <br>When you challenge the Field, making sure of a start, <br>Would you ask any horse but this horse of your heart? <br>There's the rasping big double a green one would shirk, <br>But the old fellow knows it as part of his work; <br>He has shortened his stride, he has measured the task, <br>He is up, on, and over as clean as you'd ask.<br>There's the water before you-no novice's test, <br>But a jump to try deeply the boldest and best; <br>Just a tug at the leather, a lift of the ear, <br>And the old horse is over it-twenty foot clear. <br>There is four foot of wall and a take-off in plough, <br>And you're glad you are riding no tenderfoot now <br>But a seasoned campaigner, a master of art, <br>The perfect performer-the horse of your heart. <br>For here's where the raw one will falter and baulk, <br>And here's where the tyro is pulled to a walk, <br>But the horse of your heart never dwells or demurs <br>And is over the top to a touch of the spurs.<br>To you who ride young ones half-schooled and half-broke, <br>What joy to find freedom a while from your yoke! <br>What bliss to be launched with the luck of the start <br>On the old one, the proved one, the horse of your heart !</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=William+Henry+Ogilvie">William Henry Ogilvie</a><div class=q>
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