Subtler Ways by Gregg Hake
I asked my steed to lift me high,
“Collect yourself, give it a try!”
He weaved and bobbed and said “I shan’t”
I bid him more, he said “I can’t.”
So once again another day
We exercised in subtler ways.
And once the balances were set
To my delight he did not fret.
O’er time he saw that he could trust
That my commands were not unjust.
He gave himself and became light
Yielding to me all of his might.