We washed, clipped, brushed
'Til our bodies said, "No more"!
We walked and trotted
We walked and trotted
And tried to stand still
We declared them ready.
Colors matched horses with handlers
You could smell the tension
Over our minted breaths
Numbers were called
And we walked to public death.
Quaking inside
The training overcame
While we romanced the judge
The horses smiled
And we picked up our feet.
The microphone echoed
We held our breath
Numbers floating on air
Turned into blue and purple ribbons
that said we were the best!!
5 comments:
Congratulations on the ribbons ! And yes I like the word verifications too - my favourite of yours is malnipi and your definition !! And YES of course you will always be welcome on my blog - its just the profile I am making private. Its a shame really, but I don't know how to make a new one just for the school site. By the way, I love your music !! Sarah
First what a wonderful poem! I can feel the energy in your words:), Second, CONGRATULATIONS!!!! WOOOHOOO!! Or is it, YEEHAH!!!
Gail, congrats on your ribbons and what a wonderful poem to describe the event and all the feelings that were spent during the judging! Have a great weekend!
OK Gail...are you secretly some well-known writer who decided to start a blog????
Seriously! You are THAT good!!!
It sounds like it was a very exciting time. Would you word it differently now looking back? It's a very good poem, by the way.
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