Leather reins in both hands.
My heels down barely touching the dirty silver ring of the stirrups.
Eyes up.
I click my mouth and you go,
Starting in a walk,
Then transitioning to a trot.
One two one two I post,
Gliding with you along the far wall.
Looking in the mirror,
Checking my stance.
I roll my shoulders back and point my toes up.
The soft half chaps brush against the dressage and sporting saddle.
You keep going,
So graceful.
Every single step is thought out,
Well done.
My hands,
A quarter of the way down your neck.
Everything is silent.
Everything is the way it should be.
Perfect.
My heels down barely touching the dirty silver ring of the stirrups.
Eyes up.
I click my mouth and you go,
Starting in a walk,
Then transitioning to a trot.
One two one two I post,
Gliding with you along the far wall.
Looking in the mirror,
Checking my stance.
I roll my shoulders back and point my toes up.
The soft half chaps brush against the dressage and sporting saddle.
You keep going,
So graceful.
Every single step is thought out,
Well done.
My hands,
A quarter of the way down your neck.
Everything is silent.
Everything is the way it should be.
Perfect.
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