The Standardbred Poem By Catrina Godden I am yesterday’s founding sire, Today’s great dam. The shadow of tomorrow’s Famed I am. I boast the great Messenger, A clever pony or two. The Morgan and Arabs all three, Their blood courses through. For a century or more My breed has been whole. My book was closed With refinement and soul. I have created new breeds, This the Saddlebreds don’t regret. The Tennessee Walkers Requirements I’ve met. Though I’m well known In the arena of speed, Performance under saddle Is also my creed. My gait is not unique, Though highly refined. I will travel with ease Wether you sit on or behind. With the disabled astride I willingly obey. Or as a dressage mount I will exhibit more disciplined ways. As a first horse For the eager and keen, Or working stock I may be seen. My colour abound, Though no appaloosa or true black. I am the chestnuts and brown Of the traditional hack. The grey with dapples, All smoky and blue. Roans with bay heads Cream and buckskin too. The warm woody tones of the bay And blacks that are near night. Some of my kind God had splashed with white. I carry the brand of distinction For all to see. That signifies I am a horse For performance or company. I’m often misjudged Because of my name. It doesn’t imply we are common Just capable of the same. I do vary in type As I’ve been bred for speed, A horse for all seasons Whatever the need. I may earn money and trophies Ribbons galore. But winning hearts Is where I really score. I am yesterday’s courage, Today’s gracefully bred. Tomorrow’s versatility, I am the Standardbred.
Posted on: Fri, 01 Nov 2013 17:39:39 +0000
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