Horse Whisperer Blog Archive on March 13, 2011, 10:01

by Keely, age 11

When I ride I see through a horse,
rather than skin deep.

We gallop through pastures and canter through trails.
We stop at the nearest creek and share blackberries beside it.
How beautiful nature is!
We continue our ride
and the horse knows what I want to ask,
so the Quarter Horse quickly canters.

We go home and prepare for the show.
The judges look to see who has the best seat and lope.
The dazzle and shine
as the Western costumes sparkle
with beauty and elegance,
the horses wear