AllieW

Into the Saddle

 

I stick my foot

into the stirrup,

swing

my other leg up,

and I’m

in the saddle.

I gather up

the reins

and off we go!

I look between

the horse’s

dark brown ears

in front of me.

The movement

of the horse

beneath me

and the power

I know she contains.

I cling to her neck

knowing that

if I don’t,

I won’t stay

in the saddle.

Her hair is rough,

but yet soft

at the same time.

The sound

of hoofbeats,

is deafening,

and the dirt

in my mouth

is disgusting.

The horse’s

breathing

is scratchy,

and I know

she is tiring.

The salty sweat,

that has been

dripping off

my face,

is starting

to find its

way into

my mouth.

The warm

summer breeze

is a nice change

from the

burning sun,

as we run

away from

all the troubles

of the world

together.