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by Susan Brown (Age: 58)
copyright 08-06-2008

Age Rating: 13 +

High fly'n innovation
Courage and vision frolic

Disc the arena

Closely gated words move
Circle bends literally

Lines flow into focus

Don't fail me now
Here comes the first jump!

Gallops along sidesaddle
For the pure sport of it

Butter flies
Feel the spread?

Patted launch
Garden leap - brick wall - far to fall

Oxer looming large...

Coop has flown, chicken big
Post & rail
No bail!

Light chip
Feel sick?

Picket fence


Flower box
Slight tic

Count the strides
Senses glide
Swishy tail


Clean round

A/Note: Obstacles come in all shapes and sizes. Some big, the majority small. Commonly called hurdles which we all encounter, upon every level. I hope, all your fences come natural, are easy to navigate, and constantly stay, well maintained.

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        06-19-2009     Alan Reed        

Count the strides
Senses glide
Swishy tail

I am riding and feeling this ride. So involved, concentration. Come on partner - meet the challenges with success and come through as solidly as the most difficult of feats. Smooth. Shows drive, tolerance. :-)

        03-19-2009     Jai Garg        

I thought I was on a horse jumping and navigating obstacles and walls.

True life is like this.
Don't look and you bang into something.
at times it is fine to bang into someone unknown; that is the beauty of life.

        12-30-2008     Jordan Screws        

Equestrian pursuits are the subject, eh? I have never had much inclination to ride a horse, partially because I have not been around them enough and partially because I am afraid of being trampled if I fall off. I do not know if I can overcome these aversions, but the sport seems to be interesting. Controlling a living, breathing creature and making it jump hurdles is something that is not easily achieved, but the results can be exhilirating.

I like how you describe the venture. It seems like a controlled risk, much like skydiving or bungee-jumping. There is always that risk of mistiming a jump and injuring both horse and rider, an element of chance that lends a manner of danger to the sport. There is also the factor of the horse itself: despite training, one may never know when the horse will decide to assert its will and refuse to jump. The overall theme seems to hinge on that risk and the thrill that comes with surmounting it, much like the "extreme" sports.

This is pretty good. I know little about equestrian pursuits, but you make them seem a delicate combination of risk and reward. Perhaps some more adventerous soul than myself will take up the challenge. Meanwhile, I will be content to experience the event from the safety of my computer. Good work.

        10-23-2008     Eric Gasparich        


It's been a long time since I've ridden a horse. I'm 6'7" now and horses are scared of me if I get close and it looks like I am going to try and ride them.

The form is excellent especially in the way it leads the reader along the stages of a show jumping round. It also gives a sense of the approaching combination jump, without telegraphing it too much, and the tension of failure and even danger is there as well.

A really good poem on a subject about which you clearly know, and by direct experience, I should think.

Nice job.

        08-23-2008     Anthony Lane Stahlhut        

I've ridden horses and felt these things. I have no where near the experience as you, but I did enjoy the way I felt while reading this. I loved my horses and wish I still was able to ride. Life sometimes takes us down a trail that we must take and I have been taken away from the country. Thank you for letting me live that part of my life again.
Great job,

        08-23-2008     Richard Reed Jr        

OMG, Please accept my humble aplogies.
Icame back to read it again, and the light bulb went on just from the title, which I gues I just gave a cursory read the first time through.
After that everything fell into place. It's a lovely poem and I do feel the "Galavantin'"
Your red-faced fellow writer.


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