Perhaps there is one poem in Ko Un’s collection, Flowers of a Moment, that both an evolutionary anthropology student and a South Dakota horseman can enjoy:
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We can never again speed
on four legs
over those plains
and ridges where the mist has cleared
Ah, the curse of homo erectus
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No rhyme, no meter, but it strikes home for me…it’s how I feel each time I overlook the Missouri, headed west.
Archangel Stomp 
But we can speed across the plain and prairies. Guy who wrote this must be a wacko. That or a mo mo!
😛
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It just looks
like a sentence
that has been broken up
for drama and effect.
BUT, they are pretty words and it's neat that you found something apt for Jinglebob. I especially like the part about the mist.
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Jinglebob, Jinglebob, Jinglebob… 🙂
Perhaps he is neither. Perhaps the urge you have to be horseback and the urge he has to be a fleet-footed quadruped are the same. Perhaps horses are harder to come by in Korea, or perhaps he's merely pointing out that the urge he feels is deeper than a choice to go riding some early morning.
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Would you call me a cretin if I told you that the first thing I thought of when I read your comment was: If there is a lack of horses in Korea, it's probably because they ATE them all.?
I know. That's just wrong.
I'll shut up now.
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That's France, not Korea, isn't it? And if I got hungry enough, I could eat about anything. Even Jinglebob.
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