Kimbra St. Martin
She and her horse moved with fluid and grace
And pure joy was written all over her face.
The big bay was handsome and loved being ridden,
He did what was asked - just as she'd bidden.
Whether working the ring or riding the trails
Calm, sunny and balmy or blowing wet gales
There was a trust and a bond that couldn't be broken.
A slight body movement with words never spoken
Seamlessly changed their course or the gait;
Working as one unit was their well-known trait.
This was a day to enjoy the sun so
Up to the hilltop she urged him to run.
At the crest of ...