Saddle MAG

May 9, 2011
By AmyGimpel SILVER, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
AmyGimpel SILVER, Chalfont, Pennsylvania
6 articles 0 photos 3 comments

Favorite Quote:
A reign of rest, serene forgetting, the music of stillness holy and low.

And your joy may no man taketh from you.

The old, worn, torn leather
watched me for years.
Its crevice never cradling
but bruising my behind.
It watched me
the first time I grasped the reins,
deciding where to go,
choosing how much land to gain
with each step.
The first time I strained to post,
digging my heels into nothing,
rising an inch off her back at most
and thinking that was swell.
The first time I thrust into a canter,
my balance falling behind me,
the air around us moving faster
but halting with a “whoa!”
The very first time we flew,
hooves leaving the ground with me,
it knew my smile grew
and it caught me.

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on Jun. 8 2011 at 7:16 pm
ottersarah SILVER, Maryville, Tennessee
9 articles 0 photos 25 comments

Favorite Quote:
Everywhere, man blames nature and fate, yet his fate is only the echo of his character and passions, his mistakes and his weaknesses

I can remember the first time I had learned to "post trot" in my tiny 15 inch saddle :) such fond days... This is vivid and beautiful. Definitely should be in the mag. Good work!


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