Riding a Horse
Grasping the reins, I lean forward slightly
Taking a deep breath, I nudge my horse lightly.
At a quick, graceful trot, I begin to feel sure,
My horse whinnies to me, indicating I'm secure.
I kick forward, for a canter I'm ready,
My horse picks up the pace in a jog so steady.
Circling twice, I'm ready to go,
I ride up to the jump, stable and slow.
My eyes on the bars, I lean forward and smile,
My horse's jump was the picture of grace and style.
Running my hand through his silky mane,
In him, it is true confidence I gain.
For I know that whenever I feel down,
A trot, canter, and jump will wipe off my frown.
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