One of the joys when you have time on your hands, is to surf the net without a certain destination in mind. Often it's a waste of time-but sometimes you stumble on gold.
So saying, I discovered Google Books, and somehow, this poem popped up. It's lovely.
It's titled "Hands", by W.Phillpott Williams. It was published in "Bailey's Magazine of Sports and Pastimes" (volume 72, 1899) in England. The magazine itself has at least a dozen articles,all of them having something to do with the sportsman of that era: riding to hounds, yachting, hunting farm raised and released pheasants (sorry, not much sport there, in my mind). But most of it was regarding horses.
What I like about this poem is that it is still so very applicable to today's riding.
Herewith, my friends, is "Hands"