Monday Minstrel: Poem by Anna Blake

Such an arc to his stride, soft rhythm as his hooves cut the arena sand. Sit tall, rider, with balance and broad shoulders. Fill your lungs and share his pride. And then just ask for a little more. Too much and he’ll lurch on tense muscles. Ask with the quiet belief that when he feels…

Monday Minstrel: Quote

“There comes a point in every rider’s life when he wonders if it is all worth it. Then one look at the horse and he realizes………it is!”     Kelly Stewart