Mrs. Winter's Jump Poem by Roy Ballard

Over the stile, the sticks and the stumps
goes Mrs. Winter over the jumps;
clearing all the ditches, flooded or dry,
shot from a longbow and feathered to fly.
Follow the hound that follows the deer;
jump every fence and swallow your fear,
up on a horse that is bred from the blood
with a clatter, scatter, spatter of mud!
Over the fence at desperate pace!
Fie to the fox! It's Winter I chase.
I'll catch her yet if I get a good start
but she's up, away, away with my heart.