FEBRUARY 1996 BACK ISSUE

Part of Horse Previews Magazine website. Posted on 2/1/96; 10:00:00 AM.

The Arabian: a poem

The Arabian stands so noble and proud,

Jumping, frolicking about in the crowd,

I watch him so closely, I become spellbound,

He gets so wild, fastly covering ground.

He trots looking sideways as if looking in a mirror,

Prancing & snorting, fleet as a deer.

He bucks & he rears, he looks so fair,

Now he's trying to kick that old mare.

I watch him walk up to the hay,

Then he jumps in the air sideways.

People watch him like he's a freak,

But I know it's just his wild streak.

I finally clue in then run to get my camera,

I think to myself he's probably already to Panama.

But when I come back he's asleep like a block,

So I go and put my camera away, about as slow as a rock.

I walk down once more & he's up running again,

Wild and free, wind in his mane.

I watch with awe thinking he must have it planned,

Well I guess I'll just watch, no pictures, Man!

Submitted by Jenny Bjarnason