Full Out

Bouncing like a maniac,
Is not that much fun,
Especially,
When you have boobs.

It hurts.

I push a bit with my seat
And we're cantering off.
Its more freeing
Then anything in the world.

My body is completely and utterly
In rhythm with his.
We get to the over flow from the pound,
And I push him just the slightest,
My heart pounding,
I really didn't want to end up in it.

He crashes through
Like a movie poster.
Spray flies to hit every where
And drench his underbelly.

Now we're on the back stretch.
He knows it,
I know it,
He takes initiative.

That girl in Flicka
Didn't have a clue what she was doing.
Cause I'm galloping my horse in a dressage saddle
Not impeding him at all.

We hit the home stretch,
And there's nothing faster in the world.
He and I are one,
And I can't help but wonder,
Why wasn't he successful?

day off

I took my day off yesterday.