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I am from…

Nov22

I am from horses,
From flowers and candles.

I am from the big brown house on the corner,
With the smell of dinner cooking in the kitchen.

I am from the bright green grass,
The oak tree,
Whose long gone limbs I remember as if they were my own.

I’m from Christmas and celebrating birthdays with going out to eat after a party,
From my mom and dad,
I’m from soccer balls and singing.

And from telling about our day at night,
I’m from “apologize” and “don’t say anything if you can’t say something nice”,
And Lullaby Baby.

I’m from having fun,
I’m from New Mexico and Texas,
Tacos and pizza.

From my great-grandmother and great-grandfather,
Getting out of Austria during WWII.

I’m from horse paintings,
And from hiding under my bed as we play hide and go seek.

HORSES

Nov11

The long flowing mane drifted behind him as he cantered to the pure white fence. The thundering sound of his hoofs beating the ground, echoed through my ears, clear and loud. As he reached my side he sniffed me wanting treats. I handed him a bright red apple which he took and ate with two huge bites. Slobbery apple juice dripped down his side.

HORSES

Rain

Oct16

Suddenly it started to sprinkle. One minute later it poured. The night sky was dark and cold. I didn’t have an umbrella with me so I was getting soaked. That night I was sleeping at the barn. I needed to help bring in some of the horses from the pasture. I walked slowly out there trying not to scare them by running. One of the ponies named Griffin came up to me, he wanted to get out of the rain. I slipped the halter onto him and headed in to the barn. He was wild because the rain had scared him a little bit. Once I was under the cover of the barn roof I could feel my wet clothes sticking to my body, I hated that feeling. After all the horses were away I went inside to get warm.

Jumping

Oct11

I walked into the arena with confidence on my horse Paul. At the corner we picked up a canter. The wind was blowing into my braids which we’re flying back behind me. As soon as we rounded the corner a 3ft jump was ahead of us. I counted his strides evenly making sure he didn’t speed up or slow down. When we got to the jump Paul tucked his knees and leapt through the air.