Quatrain of My Saddle - 10098 - Yorktown Disciple

Quatrain of My Saddle

My Saddle - ride, ride

I can not move from this saddle
I stride, my sickness keeps
my legs from
moving,

If my horse were to stumble I
would be stuck on the
trail, anxiously
disapproving.

My steed must stay strong, the
ride has many miles to
travel to reach my
rainbow,

Without the help of my horse and
saddle, the trail would
have ended long
ago.

Yorktown Disciple