The Graduate

The round pen is just a classroom
Where we teach horses how to learn
From the larger lessons life brings their way
Around every curve and turn.
The black filly danced and tossed her head
At traffic speeding by
Some drivers slow and shake their heads
As if to ask me why ?
Why ride a green horse along the highway?
Why do I risk life and limb?
Why not choose a quiet trail
Where the risk would be quite slim?
It’s the trainers job to take that chance
So the owner don’t get throwed
Because the only test for a car-shy horse
Is to ride her down the road.