“It’ll be okay.” Calls my
Nana. Of course she doesn’t
Understand. I walk up to the
Horse, the smell of feed filling my
Nose. Tentatively. I reach out as
Instructed. The look of friendliness in
His chocolate eyes calm me,
I try to close my eyes and
Imagine that the the
The bay coloured mane i stroke and
The breath i feel belongs
To something much smaller.
“You can get on now’ Calls Nana,
Ruining my calm.
Slowly, while whispering softly
To him, I climb on his back,
Just like i was taught. He winnies,
Up close, it makes my ears scream.
Gently, ever so gently, I tap the horse
With my mud-caked
Boot, while clicking my
This i know. I have done this
Before. I tap again, harder this time.
Still clicking. Clip Clop Clip Clop.
Trotting now, I still am fine.
I feel safe. But now,
I tap his ear with my reins,
Clicking loudly over the sound
Of his hooves. Wind whipping back my hair,
I shout with joy. I was cantering!
But then, NO! My feet slip out of the
Stirrups, and I am only half on!
“Woah boy!” I call to Buddy.
He slows, then stops.
Winded he is happy to have a break.
All i do is hang my jaw open.
“Lets go again!” I say.