Two stallions, both frozen within their differing settings.
Both unexpected of a nearby, eager rider.
The first, a lad of fourteen. This shall be his first ambush
attempt. The Mongolian chill bit only encouraging his adrenaline, as he waits among
a group of giant grass, peering at the wild Mongolian horse.
Across the Pacific, a somewhat similar depiction resides.
Yet the only existing chill comes from the product of a
practical air conditioning system. This rookie-rider—of four years—overflowing
in energy, as he beams at the petrified imported horse (of China), decorated in
ornate bridal and saddle.
Only one of these stallions can comprehend the nearby action
to follow, although the other has experienced the occasion far too many a times
to recall—for it is the loveliest of its herd in the eyes of youth.
The Mongol breed continues to graze, as its gaze grows
guarded and blind to the one about to leap. The teenage boy, in exclamation,
charges the mare; the meadows inhabitants biting his calves, a
thistle-at-a-time. Coming upon the tail of the creature, he commits two long
strides, and gracefully clings onto the top rear of the animal, pulling himself
to its arch. Startled, the stallion starts off to another opining of land, as
the young man gently grasps the mane’s tips for control, while his knees
sandwich the ribs of the horse. He would not be manipulated.
The wait no longer rusting, deteriorated, it has. The
toddler, escorted by his mother, hurries over to the patient stallion. There is
no reaction from the horse, as the mother lifts and hurriedly places her son on
the stern saddle. The animal, unlike its natural self, remains. Grabbing the
hard-shelled horn, the youngling throws his body forward and fro, as his mother
lassos his body, and buckles him tightly. The creature stalls, and waits for
the others—in parallel—they begin. As they move in unison, music and in the
same movement they go.
As the venture through Mongolia’s plains canters through,
the young man grins to the sound of the warm wind, as he approaches the
unfamiliar. Such an expedition executed exceptionally well, as the challenged
was not only accepted, but embraced freely.
The wind continued to greet.
As the music grows shallow, and the herd mellows to a trot,
the boy cries for more, although he’s reviewed the same scenery over, and over,
and over again. It was an effortless notion, his mother returns to the gate to
pay for another ride.
The music begins again.
