Bethany Maxwell Poems
As you step into the arena,
Your heart rushes,
Horse following close behind,
Giving you steady nudges.
You mount yourself slowly into the English saddle
You move toward the jump.
Your feet ready in the stirrups
In jumping position,
As you grow closer to the jump
You are overcome by a weird sensation,
A sensation of happiness, nervousness, and excitement
As you post you feel the heart rate of the horse.
You are both one.
Faster, and faster still,
You feel as if you where flying,
Your horse raises its front legs,
You are ...
As I Sit And Wait
As I sit and wait time is all I have to save
For in life all I am is a slave
To those who search for death
They come as I sit and wait for them to steal
All they see in me is their next meal
They come for the flesh and blood
As I sit upon this step I weep