06-11-2011, 10:29 AM
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06-11-2011, 10:31 AM
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We step gracefully into the sand covered arena; the lights are blinding and the massive crowd cheer and chant.
I brush my boots off one last time, and I begin to feel very self-conscious. I know I am only here because I am one of the top riders in Australia, and that is why I am here, but what if I muck up? My whole life could be ruined in just one step. The crowd cheer louder as I step into view, my heart racing.
Forget them I think Just forget them, remember your training. And then I can here nothing but the sound of my horse’s hooves, so delicately do they step on the golden ground.
Halt I think, and then I feel the powerful muscles beneath me stop, neatly squared at the exact centre point perfect I think, but the test hasn’t even begun yet.
I lower my head and place me left hand on my horse’s hindquarter gently for a second, then as I squeeze my calves and rise up and down to the smooth trot, I begin to feel the real power of dressage.
With such grace we turn in a perfect circle, my horse doesn’t put one foot out of place. Nearing the end of the circle I tap my legs, so obvious to me yet unseen to the crowd, onto my horse’s chestnut sides. And with that she moves into a flowing canter, moving so swiftly. We both know this test off by heart, and I hardly even need to tell her to do a flying change down the centre line, Good girl Nim! I cry out in my head, but the hardest part is still t come, and I just hope we can pull it off, a few more circles and turns, okay here it is, we are just about to come to the long side and about to complete our final thing, I move into a trot, and then… piaffe! We did it!! I turn into the centre, halt… solute… the whole crowd burst into applause, and with a swish of Nim’s tail we trot out off the magical arena, back into the real world.
I wait for the others to finish their test, and I admit they’re good, VERY good…
The last person finishes her test, and the judges are left to count up the scores.
The suspense is overpowering and it seems like an eternity before they finally come to the microphone and announce the placings. I’ll be an embarrassment to Australia if I get a bad score and then the time comes… “In 3rd place, representing America we have Jessica Condor,” The whole crowd burst into loud whoops and cheers as the 3rd place getter went up to collect her prize. “And in second we have, representing Ireland, Molly McGuiness,” taking her place on the pavilion with her trusty steed beside the American Jessica she waved to the adoring crowd, “And in first place we have…” For a second it felt like the whole world had stopped, everyone was holding their breath, “In first place we have representing Australia…” Australia? I’m the only Aussie; it can’t be… he must have said Austria, yeah that blondy, Anna Brunn… right?? “Katie Spielder riding Niblefoot,” I gasp as the crowd begin to breathe again and roar in wild applause, I nudge Nim into a steady trot and go out to collect my gleaming trophy and Nim’s rose wreath, Nim lowers her head as the smiling judges put the wreath over her head and let it slide down on her neck, she is proud off herself And so she should be I think. She then lets out a victorious whinny as we begin our lap of honour, and nothing matters to me anymore, not the tall trophy, or the wreath so carefully placed on Nim’s neck now glistening with sweat, or the cheering crowds, all of that is behind me and all there is just the two of us, just an aussie girl and her champion horse.
06-11-2011, 10:33 AM
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He cut through the air with such precision, placing each hoof in a synchronized dance, His eyes wild his blood pumping. He was an image of pure perfection. He was the definition of power, beauty strength and unbreakable courage. He lifted himself as though he were soaring, his heart roared with each stride. Nose to nose fighting for the stake, he was defying all odds. He ran with such grace and supremacy the other horses where fighting to hold on. He took one last stride to the final stretch, He dug deep and found the raw passion for racing, he sub missed to the esteem, and dreamed of running, he banished the cracks of whips and the heavy and powered forward leaving them in a simple memory. The ground trembled under his foot the skies opened and he was really running. The roar of the crowd burst through his ear drums as he took his final stride to victory. He challenged gravity and stared it down in its tracks. He could fly.
06-11-2011, 10:41 AM
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3. Shows/ competing
I remember that first day I saw you, alone and abandoned in that stall.
I remember how you look down and are on guard.
They all called me crazy, and look at me when I walk you out.
They said you were unrideable by the best ones and asked me to get you back.
We got in that ring with the excuse of just a little trot.
We watch them how all got surprised when you didn't buck me off.
You run into that fence and jumped.
And I gave you my heart and soul.
We went into the shows.
I was a beginner, who couldn't handle a horse
And you were even worse, "that **** black horse"
But I loved the look on their faces when we were done.
Place to place, show by show,
Every weekend we jumped and rock and roll
Leaving gossips and amusement in the crowd
Sooner than latter we had beated the odds
They said we weren't meant to be together,
But they used to bet we will win
In nationals and state finals.
And then it came that horrible day.
We were crowned number one,
And you were taken away.
I couldn't handle the pain so
I went away.
I saw you 3 yrs latter
You werent the same.
No more my shinny black horse,
The one that gave his heart and soul in every jump
You were the same unridiable horse
I feel in love 5 years away.
06-11-2011, 10:42 AM
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The beauty and grace of horses
06-11-2011, 10:43 AM
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The beauty and grace of a horse
A piece of light
A sweet smelling flower
A happy place
A breeze of wind
A fantasy land
It must be....
06-11-2011, 10:46 AM
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06-11-2011, 10:46 AM
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JMY FANTASY WORLDJ
We run through the meadow, the grass sparkling from the dew, the blue, endless sky is like our path, guiding us to our destination, which is yet to be decided.
The soft songs of the bluebirds urge us to go further… faster.
I grip with my legs and entwine my fingers into my partner’s soft mane, he bursts forward, and I close my eyes as the rain starts to fall. It kisses me softly on the face and, for the moment, I feel that everything is absolutely perfect.
We continue to canter through the knee high grass, and the rain continues to get harder, I don’t care though, I wouldn’t change this moment for anything.
As I feel the heavy breathing of my horse I know he is getting tired, and reluctantly we slow down.
When we stop, neither of us makes a sound.
Even the bluebirds have stopped their happy chatting.
I hear my mother calling for us to return, so together we turn around, and walk on back.
I turn around once more, looking at my fantasy land, and knowing that now I must return back to reality.
06-11-2011, 10:50 AM
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As I walk through the forest I feel a kind of peace. The forest creatures greet me warmly and I know instantly that I belong here.
I look around to the surroundings and see a small bridge that is on top of a river that looks like it was made of pure diamonds. As I look up into the sky I see towering trees above me.
At the corner of my eye I see something strange, a small stone.
I walk towards the stone and look down at it. It shows a picture of a one horned horse, a unicorn was carved in great detail on the rocks surface. Although the difference between the picture and my self is huge, the likeness between us is strangely amazing. As I look to the right of the rock I see a cave, full of sparkling jewels.
As I stand wondering what this fantasy land is, I feel strange, different. But I say to myself that I am just imagining things, as this forest is so strange.
I decide to wander on further.
I then see a stream, after hearing the water trickle from it; I realize how thirsty I am. I walk over to the stream and I notice something strange. My reflection isn’t my reflection. It is the same horse that was carved into the stone. But what is even more strange, when I move, the horse in the reflection does the same.
I look behind me, to make sure that no one is there, to see if it really is my reflection. No body is there, so I continue looking at the reflection, confused. Then I jump. It couldn’t be could it!? The strange feeling by the rock, the reflections, could this perfect figure in the river be mine? I then look down and notice that my body has changed dramatically. I now have four hooves instead of to feet; my pale skin has changed into a body covered from top to bottom with pure white fur. My scraggily brown hair has changed into a long snowy mane, and a long spiral horn is coming out of the center of my fore head, spiraling around and around. I am absolutely shocked by my new figure and am surprised that I am shy of myself. I am almost too scared to try out my new body. How long have I been like this?
But then once again I remembered about the carved rock, and the unicorn that looked so much like me.
I had been like this since then, and haven’t even noticed!
As I begin thinking about what had happened, my highly trained ears hear something that I couldn’t have been able to hear when I was a human; a tiny rustling in the bushes.
As I stare at the way of the sound my heart beating a mile a minute I see a unicorn that looks exactly like me.
He comes out and nudges me gently.
I then know why I am here; the crystals in the cave. I must guard them now.
As I get nudged again in my new powerful ribs, I gallop of with my new partner. And now I am stuck in this body for eternity.