By: Kara Tischer

Everything was fine for me,
Until that one day,
When my father said to me,
We’re going to move away.

I didn’t want to leave all of my friends,
Even leaving my worst enemies didn’t seem right.

By: Shana Sellers

Into the starting box he is loaded
In just moments he will have exploded
His nerves are jumping
His blood is pumping

As the rider mounts up
He throws a high buck
Spectators in the crowd scatter
But he is soon down with a clatter

By: C.M. Jones

WELL EVERY YEAR AT CHRISTMAS
WE HAVE A SPECIAL KINDA RODEO
JUST TO HELP THE UNDREPRIVILEGED KIDS
HAVE THEIR OWN LITTLE SHOW

THE LADIES WHO DID THE ORGANIZING
CALLED ON COWBOYS FROM ALL AROUND
TO SADDLE UP THEIR HORSES
AND BRING UM ALL TO TOWN

By: Kara Tischer

When I first started riding,
I didn’t know a thing.
Not what diagonals where,
Until I met my teacher.

What I am about to tell you,
You may not expect,
Maybe you had this teacher too,
This teacher who deserves much more respect.

By: Danielle Crawford

In green fields I love to run,
Always having so much fun,
My mom at my side
Is full of such pride
As she watches me run
with such ferocity,
And smell the flowers
with such curiosity,
People are staring at me
with such interest,
I wish I could blend
with the rest,
The sun begins to sink
in the sky,

By: Kara Tischer

Whenever I ride,
It is a feeling of exhilaration,
The wind blowing through my hair,
And a feeling of liberation.

The horse’s muscles rippling beneath me,
The mane, long and free,
Just the horse and me,
I feel like we are free.

Free from all the problems,
The world tries to hide,
Whenever it gets to be too much,
I go out to the stable and ride.

By: Stephanie Green

I loaded the tack, and then the horse,
My nerves were racing, of course.
We arrived and found a parking spot,
I saddled my horse and made her trot.
First call for class seven, hey that’s me!
Dad told me to have fun and be easy,
I entered the gate and experienced the fun,
Before I knew it, the class was done.
Standing in the lineup, thinking of the great ride I had,
They call my name, I guess third place isn’t so bad.
I was glad I got to have fun and go
Experience my very first horse show.

By: Kara Tischer

The beauty of a horse is indescribable.
To put their beauty into words would be such a difficult task,
That I cannot name one person able to do it,
Not even me, I sadly admit.

Who knows what they are thinking?
Running across a pasture,
They are like an opera singer singing,
They are so sure.
They know what they are doing.

From the their mane, rippling like the sea,
To their willingness,
Teaching people like me.

Even when we mess up,
They love us no less,
Even if what we have done,
Has left us a mess.

By: Sarah Snyder

Date or Ride?…I’ll get my Boots.
Cowgirls can’t be tamed.
God forbid that I go to any Heaven without horses!
To Ride or not to Ride…what a stupid question.
You can have my boyfriend…but stay away from my horse!
To Ride is to Fly without wings.
On the back of a horse…there are…NO LIMITS!

By: Katharine Nicole Jayne

In the Rocky Mountains
During the warmth of Spring,
There was a newborn colt
Such a cute little thing.
His coat was full
Of browns and golds,
And as he grew
He became playful and bold.
Then when Winter came
It was full of coldness and snow,
The food grew scarce
And it was time for him to go.