Im lying on the icy, saddle rack Im lonely, hurt, upset and feel betrayed I cough from all the

dust upon my back New bridle hangs, so clean on clear display

The bridle leaves his hook and I cant wait From off the saddle rack I have been sought Smooth, saddle soap applied, I see the gate I glisten and I shine just like I ought

The riders fill the room and take their gear Within my riders arms we walk outside Already on the horse, the bridle cheers The horse neighs in delight when Im beside

At last aboard, my girth strap buckled tight Prepared to learn and ready to take flight

By Jemma Goodall

Year 8