week 2 blog 1: lessons 2 , poem 2: working with structure

Horse lessons…

A warm and bright afternoon

of fall. The riders

are practicing. Ecstatic waves

of dust across the ground.

It is in an arena. The horses prance

both the horses and riders move.

Gracefully together

they dance.

The instructor braves the dust storm, standing

tall and proud. She is a sweet woman, with a caring

nature. She has a big voice which cries out moves

for the duos to perform.

Clip clop, the powerful hooves

fall. Descending in rhythm with the

music of nature. I sit at a distance upon

my steed, wishing we could move like them.

A warm and bright afternoon

of fall. The riders

are practicing. Ecstatic waves

of dust across the ground.