The General Poem by patricia Northall

I approached you warily,
They said you were a creature of mystery.
You stood there like some Royal Majesty,
A coat of velvet hiding a will of iron.
Were you really a split personality?

With feelings of hesitancy that grew
Towards an animal so graceful
Yet ridden by so few
I stroked your head with feelings
Of admiration mixed with fear,
I marvelled to be standing near
Legs that seemed to stretch into eternity.

You slowly raised your head,
I gently lowered mine.
This was how it should be,
Once I acknowledged your supremacy
Then we could both ride with dignity.