With practiced skill, this leap of Faith
To jump the heights and feel unsafe
The bar was set and now, much higher,
Pumps the heart with grit and fire
For when we choose to open doors
There may not be such standard ‘Floors’!
Our aspiration is to leap
Achieving cups we cannot keep
To break the records Guinness set
And win the prizes winners get
And then compete another year
And aim to conquer every fear!
Competing at the Stately home
Where Englishmen and Scotsmen comb
Their heirs and Graces now confer
The Titles won by Innes-Ker
And nobles from their birth, beginners
welcomed, and anointed winners.
Jumping at this beauty spot
Where men and women gaily trot
Immaculate their riding stock;
Quick as lightning off the block;
Fusing handshakes, often fission
Sporting, snorting with derision!
Some will win and some will lose
often jumping can confuse;
Supporters clap their favourite rider
Even when they can’t abide her
Changing up, and changing sides
Clapping for the bravest rides.
Mounted mares and lofty stallions
Ships that sail almighty galleons
Urging upwards, urging on
Landed sailors; wind begone
Some fall in, some fly or tire
But Men ride on in Roxburghshire!