The Gracious Gentleman

February 25, 2010
By mersh6jjas BRONZE, Ravenna, Michigan
mersh6jjas BRONZE, Ravenna, Michigan
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Sitting on an open white back,
No saddle in sight,
Sweating nervously,
My hands shaking,
My heart racing,
Butterflies flutter through my insides,
My legs clung tightly to his warm body,
My spurs rolled lightly against his hard sides,
A trot,
I start to post,
Up,
Down,
Up,
Down,
Then a canter,
Flowing easily with each lengthened stride,
I squeezed my spurs for a walk,
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
I take a deep breath,
Preparing for a dismount,
I gently slide off,
He drops his head to my height,
I turn to him,
A gracious gentleman,
Who gave me the ride of my life.

The author's comments:
This is is a poem i wrote about my beautiful horse Chekeezie. I wrote about the first time i rode him bareback, without a saddle.

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