Whilst convention implies, worthy horses will walk thru fire;
Indigenous equines is inclined to receive every beck and call.
Necessarily by need a pony blindly must follow its leader,
Dearly in deep opposition I declare; one-way trust is obedience,
For an obedient horse is an unsafe fellow, I frankly foretell.
Leisurely listen and lament; a horses’ senses is much sharper than yours,
Once overlooking a pony’s’ ominous senses, her soul will be lost;
Wisdom is to not throw away what we want not be without.
Every well-broke steed may break, but genuine trust bows by the breeze.
Rest calmly in Windflowers arms; sweet daughter and filly, bonded by trust.
The third day’s assignment was prompted “trust” in the “acrostic” form and device “internal rhyme”.