On my wood walk, a horse made me jump.

A man sat on so precarious a frame.

That gripped the ground, yet it bounced on the bumps.

People do manage things, this was most strange.

They approached, the man in fluorescent caption.

And so at this sight,?I bravely made fame.

I commented on his strange contraption.

When almost in passing by, he said aloud.

He was training the horse into action!

My eyes open wide, how stupid I sound.

Surprised did not see this horse on approach.

Of course, why should they be there, on this ground?

I glanced to look at the horse of the coach.

It was so sleek, shiny and beautiful.

I should have thought, seeing its spring pulled load.

– Angela Porter.