A warm spring afternoon
The saddle creaks as i ride across the green grass
Letting my hands rest on the front of the saddle softly gripping the reigns
Softly swaying side to side watching my horses head move from side to side as he walks along the dirt path
Enjoying the swaying completly relaxed not feeling anything but the wind blowing through my hair and the calmness filling me from my head to my feet which are comfortably resting in my boots amoung the sturrups as i ride without them softly kicking from time to time to keep him going only to be intterupted as i dismount wishing for more but my time is no more so farwell i call to my horse Roy