A REINERS POEM
By: Jeff Roberts

Not So Fast

Circles Circles fast and slow,
Change that lead and feel the flow.

My hearts a pounding as I show,
Not so fast, There's more to go.

Circles Circles fast and slow,
One more set and I get to slow.

Around the end and up the rail,
I stop my horse and then turn pale.

Not so fast there's more to go,
I turn my horse to start the roll.

I lope on out and start to breathe,
Around the end I turn her free.

Past the cone I set her down,
Sliding to a stop as I look like a clown.

Not so fast there's more to go,
Don't freeze that roll it will surely show.

Around the end and up the middle,
I look at the judge as he starts to fiddle.

I stop my horse, past the center cone,
Back up 10 feet as my stomach groans.

I stand in the center and calm her down,
I wait for the moment to turn her around.

I start the turn with the slightest of cues,
My head is spinning as she pounds her shoes.

I count my turns from start to stop,
Is that 3 or 5, I'm gonna flop.

I stand bewildered and start to begin,
To the left I go, in the flow again.

I stop my horse and look around,
That's the most fun I've ever found.

Not so fast ..... There's more to go.

This wonderful poem was written by our TNRHA President, Jeff Roberts. No copying is allowed without permission, please email Jeff at roberts@cuttersandreiners.com