Baldy arrived at midnight

In an eight horse trailer, long and sleek.

We huddled in heavy coats, moon bright

The door rattled open with a squeak.

Out stepped a giant beast

Cloaked in fur, a wooly mammoth

Miles confined driving finally released

His coat, survival on North Dakota range.

A quizzical look, white blaze down his face

The Bald Man had arrived.

The big sorrel gelding, began to pace

Welcome to Idaho! We hope you thrive.

Warm barn and indoor arena for you

Regular food, grooming and riding.

A reining cow horse, even special shoes.

The formible hair, needs to shed by spring.

A marvel with our trainer atop

Boxing the cows, tight down the fence,

Spins,  gallops patterns, slides to stop.

Winning prizes, first in his class.

I ride him twice weekly, usually at a trot.

He rolls his eyes when he sees me.

I’m old and boring. He likes galloping a lot.

A rarity, an all around horse. How lucky are we.