Changing Barns
One more fight with an instructor,
Once more I'm mad,
She said to my face,
The other girl was better.
I stayed for as long as I could,
Made it through the end of summer show,
Won four ribbons,
But then they closed,
And I am without a barn again.
Spent two months looking,
For a place with friends,
But mainly horses,
Who needs friends?
Eventually I found one,
A place that was well kept,
But lessons were busy,
Arena small,
I wasn't sure If I would like it,
Until that second lesson on a wednesday.
Met a bunch of girls,
Who seemed a lot like me,
They liked horses,
Enjoyed a laugh,
And liked to compete and have fun.
Now I'm settled,
Happy again,
Until once again the devil on my shoulder started edging,
As we got a new rider,
In an already large group of 5.
Trying not to have negative thoughts without talking,
But her ponytail was too straight,
She wasn't smooth with a tacking a horse,
And then I started being competitive,
When she got in line in front of me,
And I couldn't be a show off.