The grass whispered softly to the wind. Tall Grass heads brushed my hips as I sat there, looking around. My horse shook her head, the metal off the bridle adding the chimes to the grass' song. She shifted and the saddle under me creaked gently. I smiled and nudged my bay paint mare into a walk. The prairie grass hissed as it parted around her wide chest. But a walk was boring. I clicked my tongue twice and she broke into a trot.
Thump, thump, thump, thump.
Her hooves carried her quickly across the field. My saddle creaked loudly under me now, as the grass hissed violently across her feet. Another patch of Tall Grass and Blue Grass appeared, and we charged straight through the middle. In whispered tongues, they yelled at our retreating backs.
My right leg pressed into the warm, fat side of my mare and she changed direction. The leather took a deeper tone as I sat through the turn. My horse's ears perked up when she saw where we were heading.
The pond was dead ahead. Thick, emerald grass quickly replaced the stringy prairie grass. Over the saddle's noise, you could hear the first of the frogs warming up for their songs.
I pulled my girl to a stop and we sat there. Tenors practiced their pitches, while a bullfrog wavered out in bass. My horse added music of her own by chomping on the bit and whipping her tail around. A groan of protest came from my saddle as she took a deep breath, scenting the wind that gusted by, causing the grass to sing again.
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yeah i was bored lmao....this piece isn't edited.....i just looked out the window trying to find something to write about in this and i saw my horse out there, butt to the wind lol....i usually ride her in the evenings in our front pasture so i tried to convey how it sounded in that writing up there....i don't think i did a good job rofl
concrit welcome....no flames!!! *glares*
 Nincompoop Ninja · Fri Oct 10, 2008 @ 10:23pm · 0 Comments |
