Philippa Lane - Riding

Jane,
Remember,
Ride not with reins
Though they are there,
But sense the beast
Beneath—
The heritage
She carries in her breast,
Her very cerebrale
Are yours to share.

True,
Her mane-tossed freedom
You’ll control,
Her rippled power
You’ll guide,
And the beat of her dramatic feet
Will echo in your mind
And hide the depth of your despair.

But,
Quite by accident one day,
Your hearts will nudge
And side by side
You’ll ride free of all doubts,
And beautifully, so beautifully,
Unaware.

Oh, Jane
Remember
Just her spirit ride,
For equestrianship
Is nothing but a simple mating
Of your humbleness
And her great pride.

(Summer,1968)

Philippa Lane

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