horse
The rush of the wind in my hair
The feel of the leather rubbing on my jeans
The reigns in my hand make me feel powerful
I am in control
The horse feels a bump
Faster
Faster
I want to go
I want to win
Around the pole
Around another
Now we are going to lope
Around and around
Faster and faster
Go around the barrels
I get off my horse
I see a gleam of blue and gold
Someone's coming closer
Closer
Their holding a ribbon out to me
A word of congrats and the news that I won
I had a good teacher
For western horse riding
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Dmcculley
You are one in a million. That means there are 320 of you in the U.S. Find yourself. Create an army. Overthrow the government of a small midwestern town. Hi... I am a spoken word poet and that is the format the majority of my work will be. Some of these are work from the heart and some I did for school. I am a actor, a horseback rider, a sister, a member of the LGBT+ community, and an extreme introvert. I love kids, Netflix, video games, my pets, and I suck at every language I try other than Latin. (weird I know) I'm a Pisces on the Aires cusp. I act a whole lot like it too.
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