The short ride was bitter-sweet,
Needed the time, but I froze my feet.
Bundled from ear to ear,
In my very best & warmest gear.
My fingers tingle, for we're startin' out slow,
But we need to hurry before we see snow.
His long winter hair is soft & warm,
Even as colts, I don't know how they last through the storm.
When my butt hits the cold, hard saddle,
I've already won half of the battle.
The harsh wind makes my eyes cry,
But I love my life, not gonna lie.
The summer heat will soon be here,
But I wouldn't trade this winter ride for a lighthouse & chandelier.
I'll soon be warm inside,
It's just how bad you want to ride.