I Ride My Horse

  I feel the wind
I hear the birds
I ride my horse
As I sing words

I see the grass
I feel the leather
I ride my horse
Upon the heather

I taste the dust
I see the heat
I ride my horse
To his own beat
 
I feel the joy
I taste the fun
I ride my horse 
Into the yellow sun

-Ivy Schex 

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The Day of 1,000 Hoof Prints

The Day of 1,000 Hoof Prints

by Brittany Jean Schonert

I grab the reins and hold on tight
I hope my horse will not get a fright
She gallops and trots, whinnies a lot

I gaze to my left and see a canyon set against a pink sunset
I sit upon my western saddle and gaze at a southern sunset

My boots hurt my feet, after a long day in the saddle, I fear dark is drawing near, I head back to the house and put my horse in her stall

I enter the house and creep down the hall and hear the door knob creek
The door opens. I walk in and take off my hat
I kick off my boots
Then I lay down my head
I hit the sack