Green Lessons - a Poetic Reflection on Riding Correction

I used to think I knew a lot;
My horses nearly were self-taught.
We'd pirouette, right on the spot,
Until this sorrel colt, I bought.

I used to think myself quite smart.
My equitation, work of art.
Until this colt, he stole my heart
And upended my apple cart!

I never stood a single chance.
He looked at me, a single glance,
And my resolve turned happenstance,
As I embarked on new finance.

I used to think that I could ride;
My ribbons, I displayed with pride,
From horse show classes, far and wide,
Until he carried me, wide-eyed.

I used to think I had some skill,
Until this youngster of goodwill
Began to gallop from standstill;
I hollered like a whippoorwill!

So now I've come to know my place,
Although this is a change of pace,
Discovering a saving grace.
My colt and I could win a race!

Although we're smitten, this is true.
I'm learning not to overdo.
My hands and feet will softly cue,
Preventing further whoop-de-doo!