The Wreck Luke Sedacca

Muscles ripple, Tendons flex. As one ton of horse gracefully Sails through the air. The rider sits low, legs gripping the body of the horse, Thighs gripping the saddle. Over a creek a horse sails; Front hooves land on the bank, Rear hooves keep coming. The bank collapses. Front hooves scramble for footing. Hearts pound in the chests of man and horse. Vision blurs; bones break. The rider is trapped underneath The dead weight of his mount. He pulls himself away, Cries for a while, And the foxhunt goes on.

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