Lemon Halter

A halter, it’s so far been the first piece of equestrian tack I own
It hangs patiently, waiting, for a horse to come home
The textured material woven together, bathed in a sun yellow tone
You can see it from miles away, the blindingly bright lemon impossible to hide
Notches run up the sides, waiting to be fitted to the right size, with a ring at the bottom for a lead rope
It’s like a beacon for finding a roaming horse, I’m sure my fellow riders would call it dope
It’s an obnoxiously bright sun, so I wouldn’t be surprised if the horses at first thought “nope”
It fills people with joy, an infectious happiness, keeping everyone excited to ride
But for now it waits, patiently, hanging on a rack
When it finally gets used, worn and fitted, the colour will undoubtedly mar from a few bridleless hacks
But it’s arguably the most important, and special, piece of tack