You win some

This poem is about my beloved Sunshine (Honorable mention from last week )And the event is over 20 yrs ago (back when the challenge of a race down and unknown trail  seemed like a good idea!)
To watch her  when I was riding her, she typically looked like she was slipping out of consciousness,.Steady slow , rarely spooked and even at a lope appeared to be making no effort whatsoever . Just really seemed , kind of old and tired . Once  when my uncle jumped on her bareback , she dropped her back and let out such a groan that he jumped right off thinking she was injured! (Have I ever mentioned that Appys have a wicked sense of humour? ) Often walking along on the trail she would do something similar , letting out these sad and pathetic sounds moaning a little from time to time (most often when a really handsome cowboy was riding near , so I would be totally embarrassed and ride off!)
SO in defense of the braggart who challenged me to the race on the Alberta Trail Riders against  Cancer ride . She really didn't look like a horse that could beat him !(insert evil laugh!) But when I got that sweet girl opened  up on a trail?? Well I will let the poem tell the story

Once upon a trail ride

I rode across a meadow wide

I met a young man on that trail

Full of boastful stories and tails

He talked about his big black horse

Fastest thing on feet of course

I rode along and listened some

And though ‘bout how his day would come

He started then to joke and spin

“Your horse can’t catch her own second wind!”

The horse I rode was long and lank,

I knew just what she had in her tank

I shrugged and smiled and rode away

But he kept at me the whole day.

Finally I gave in. And said alright
Let’s take a spin

Along an open trail we ran
Neck and neck along the sand
That black horse ran with all his heart
Until I asked, when does it  start?

Stay safe everyone!