The Horse Wrangler Up with the sun to greet each day,
Many horses to brush and feed.
Water to carry and bales of hay,
New scenes to shoot, which one to need?
Bay Brego to the rescue of Aragorn,
Shadowfax for Gandalf, noble pride.
Arod could use some extra corn,
Both elf and dwarf, on him, must ride.
Nine black horses to harness,
With gleaming reins of steel.
Hooves must look tarnished,
Those wraith's, have to appear real.
His job to train, horses and riders galore,
The work of a wrangler is never done.
It seems there is always, one more chore,
From dawn's early light, to setting of sun.