Cowboy Poetry

 Written by Esther, in grade 8, Langley BC

Compelling, wild.

Life starts with a simple connection. Connection with our parents, our Peers, our Pets, our Passions, our Phantoms. Every relationship, we have succeeded or failed to do, with a full elation or with a lack of encouragement.

All based on our level of true connection.

The connection we want as a human being.

Build trust by exchanging positive energy.

Those connections give a sense of belonging.

A deep, pure soul we have.

Boosting our connections, opposite to what I think. Mentally fortifying, that is what I think of a strong bonding. Without any fear, without any interference I gain trust, I become trustworthy. Figure out a way to communicate with them.

The emotional part, gaining trust between, form a liaison, all come from my heart. The most special bonds we never forget.

A learning process

both inexperienced and reckless. Because I couldn’t fathom, because I couldn’t interconnect, because I couldn’t reinforce.

Tough times changing, the difference I saw the commitment I made, the engagement I made.

Change as a team, together, challenge as a team, together, reshape as a team, together, in ways I was never expecting.

Promising myself that I would face the fear

I would never let go.

One year of progress, understand without conversation, freedom without limitation, hope you acknowledge. Like my coach once said, “I would like to see your demonstration, I would like to see your intimidation, I would like to see your collaboration. The transformation of a caterpillar becoming a cocoon, into a beautiful butterfly. The essential stage of cocoon, you will be free after. Go through the stage of learning, infinite possibilities, you will perceive the precious moment. Trust your mare, trust yourself, I trust in you, we all trust.

Do whatever you can to go through, believe in yourself, truly. When riding a horse, we borrow freedom.

With the information, you make a formation. Through the conversation, you got an inspiration. With your motivation, try to make a collaboration as you love without communication. Horses have freedom. Freedom, we seek. One wants without hindrance or prudence. Lock our horses. Freedom, we ruin. 24/7 hay, 24/7 sway, 24/7 play, Expecting to do their best, but it never works, like a daydream, when riding a horse, we borrow freedom.”

Build my reliance, build my faith, all the terrific and harsh moments fade away.

Understand my mare’s neighing, her own way of communicating. Those glittering eyes, waiting for her best friend without byes. Even in darkness, even in blackness, I am not mindless. Greetings up front, just as I confront. Now I see why people say this. The initial encounter does not matter, as second and third chances are better. Never quit at once, you need patience.

My mare is my mirror. My skepticism, her curiosity, they always collaborate. Her neigh reflects my emotion, confidence and anxiety.

I, as a rider, try to maintain a balance between us.

In my mare’s heart, that’s where I belong, that’s where I have a chance. Where horses are, it’s the only place where I am harmless and unbound. My coach’s saying made me a better being. I am a half, she is a half, together we are a whole. Between my mare and me, I am beholden.