Back In the Saddle

When I was a child I liked to go on horse rides It felt grant to sit On top of this beast so gigantic And learn to have it follow Commands, finding control. There upon Marquis, the horse That I dearly loved I could find a bond. Of each other we were so fond An invisible give and take With nature, there was no mistake. One afternoon I rode With my uncle upon a road Freshly asphalted, lacking still a border Riding too close to it, Marquis faltered Losing momentarily his balance Which made me loose my balance. Instinctively I hung on To Marquis's neck and didn't fall down Though my body dropped on his right side. With my arms still around his neck tight I pulled myself back in the saddle safe and sound As I knew I would be on his mount. Remembering this episode today Renews my determination to keep faith While going through great struggles Hanging on to life, seeing the gifts in its bundle That help me pull myself back in the saddle And climb the steps to reach grounds more stable. By CarolineCécile Copyright © 08.15.10