show jumping dance

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Hooved feet pound the ground
furred perked ears carefully swivel round and round
the wind whips by, masking any distinct sound.

A braided tail sways in the breeze,
the last stride is near, time to bend the knees,
the haunches are ready, and soon landed back on the ground,
ready to spring, and in a flash we're gone,

In two point,we are one,
flying high,soaring past the sun,
when it ends, we refuse to let it end,

Dont you see this all excels past fun?
not fun at all,something more hardly earned,
no doubt about it,argument adjourned,

Now we go again,taking a second shot,
the double jump comes up, we've trained for this a lot,
the cavalletti is now the target of four brown eyes,

Once again we are soaring up to the heavenly skies,
then the hind legs are further elevated, and lifted over the bar,
a little secret, barely known, that's just how good we are,

Confidence is ours as we land back on earth,
four feet brace calmly as they again race upon the turf,
and once we run just one more ever lasting stride,

Both horse and i are solely each others safety guide,
we approach the jump determination written across our face,

We go again for this last time,one final sweet embrace,
we dance the dance that's perfected to the last swish of the tail,

we once again are united, and there is no way we can possibly fail,

Defying gravity, for the last time without wings we fly,
no matter what happens,this moment will never die,

Over the poles we go, everything looked good, they say,
but then came the dreaded thump, on the ground the pole does lie, the clanking sound of dread,

Once again we are obeying the laws of gravitation,
for now we hold the memory of that unique elevation,
slowing the pace we finish,without a perfect score,

Forever now and always, i wouldnt ask for more,
the perfect ride was wonderful, we really had a blast,

Mistakes are made,and then corrected,we won't repeat the past,
one mistake showed me the real way in,
my horse was happy anyhow,

No one told him we didn't win.

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