First Spring Ride

As I'm in the round pen preparing to ride
She dances left to right, so I can not get on
As if her steps aside gave her the chance to hide
I finally got on, and we headed towards the lawn
We started moving unrestricted
My mom was there as my helping guide
Mom said the mare will back 1, 2, 3 turn to the right, she did just as predicted
And those were the first step to my spring ride
It's not over yet there is still much more
After she turned, she trotted down the hill
With each step bouncier than the one before
Could this be the horse my dreams to fulfill?
I see myself on her; we go around the barrel spinning
As I hold the big blue ribbon; my face a grinning.


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