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.

By: Chelsey Dyer

I feel his muscles churning underneath my legs,
I see the stars twinkling in the night ahead,
How fast how far until we reach that star,
That star.

My love grows deep for my mount underneath,
We are molded as one,
Our legs are wings,
The wings of love,
We fly in the night,
Our road the golden shining moon.

It’s never endless,
We’re free from the world,
It’s never endless,
Our troubles we’ve hurdled,
Together we stick,
All my troubles he’ll kick away.

By: Emily Jacobs

You make it better,
You make it alright,
Only you can make me smile,
Even when we get in a fight,
We fly through the fields,
Race on the tracks,
Jump all the gates,
You help me relax,
You listen to me,
Never talk back,
Let me cry on you,
Don’t care if I’m wearing all black,
You take me away,
As we fly through the fields,
I feel like I am being reborn,
Racing on the tracks,
Everything at risk,
But you stay with me,
Go with me,
We become one,
Jumping the gates,
There is no better thing,
We fly, we shine,
We were meant to be
You make it better,
You make it alright,
Only you can make me smile,
Even when we get in a fight,
We fly through the fields,
Race on the tracks,
Jump all the gates,
You help me relax.

By: Amy K. Habak

She had tucked the trunk away
in the corner of the small tackroom.
A box overflowing with old wraps
and torn blankets nearly covered the whole lid,
But the dim light of the room
caught on one of the brass latches
glimmered, catching her eye, distracting her
from the cleaning she’d come to do.
She couldn’t remember
exactly what its contents were;
it was so long ago
she’d shut it for good.

By: Ashley Johnson

Flowing manes, tails of gold,

See them run, so strong and bold,

Muscular bodies, glistening eyes,

Roaming free, as butterflies,

Grasses and leaves, taste so yummy,

Helping them fill, a fat little tummy,

Roman nose, elegant dish face,

Saddle, trot, or fox-trot pace,

Neck held high, with lots of pride,

Patiently waiting, for master to ride,

Running of jumping, whatever the course is,