SKIJORING You can feel the magic in the cool crisp air; Skijoring a sport so very rare. Equine and human the perfect pair In the glistening snow mutual trust they share. Here on the track all is fair But high on the mountain vision and care. On a field of snow the wind's laid bare, Where ice can form on mane and hair In the valleys deep snow they must beware Gliding skis, muffled hooves, a thoroughbred mare Gathering speed, exhilaration beyond compare, The thrill is there for all who dare.
