|. ..... only ask,
and he will weave a spell
to light the dark recesses of your being,
spinning around you
a web of sweet delights.
He will be your children's playmate;
a child himself, he'll do no harm.
He'll pardon like no other
your omissions, errors, thoughtless handling.
His back, a throne of feathers,
will bear you smoothly at the trot and gallop.
He'll go where others dare not.
He'll stand firm
where others flee in terror.
You'll discover that the pirouette is easy,
that a rein back can go on for ever,
that you need not be a great rider
to perform airs above the ground.
At the spur's light touch
he'll take flight with the wind,
bearing you safely through the air
laden with long-forgotten fragrance.
With him, the distant mountains will be clearer,
brighter the light of the stars,
the trilling of the nightingale more joyful,
sweeter the gurgling of the streams.
And at the last you'll understand why he was e'er
the chosen one of kings.
"THIS IS THE SPANISH HORSE"