Then i swing up onto my big brave boy.
I urge him on, we head into a walk,
My mind races, and to my horse i talk.
"We will canter today, we will, we must.
We will canter today, your a horse i trust.
You start to trot, rise and fall.
Up on your back, i feel so tall.
Faster and faster around the arena we race,
Now we're really picking up the pace.
The beat of you trot is faster and faster.
My instructor is yelling, we go faster right past her.
"Your cantering, i had a feeling you might."
"I know!" I say with a smile so bright.
We slow to a walk and i sigh.
Thank you dear friend, for helping me fly.
so whatcha guys think? any ideas for a name for it? this didnt exactly happen, but it was pretty darn close haha! i cantered for the first time on skeeeter on saturday
comment and crit greatly appriciated on the drawing and poems
!!!!!!!!!!!another one of my "on the spot" poems
