Mystic Dreams

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Memoir  |  House: Booksie Classic
My beloved, she races, running so free.

Submitted: May 14, 2009

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Mystic Dreams.

She was the magic in my life. Was, is, same thing, its just that now I think I'm matured up a bit, head still in the clouds but other worries had intercepted the message and put it on hold. Or something like that.

She was middle-aged when I got her, 14, still active. Now she's about 20 something, if her age was correct. I got her when I was about 13-14, and she was the most beautiful, wild thing I'd ever had (for a horse). She wasn't really wild, broke as sin she was, but she had spirit. She had long, straight ebony locks and dark ebony eyes. Her neck was arched, the hair reddish, shiny and sleek. I rode her and immediately she captured my heartstrings.

When she wanted to run she fought me, shaking her head, bring her legs up as if to rear but only going about a foot off the ground, loping in place. And run she did. Muscles working away underneath me, ebony locks flowing, head thrust forward in her flight. Maybe she wasn't the fastest out there, but to me she was. A challenge to beat or be beaten was in her ebony eyes. Eyes so expressive they could tell what they were feeling. You need not be a horse whisperer, just look into their eyes and you'll see. She has a delicate arab face, wide between the eyes, tapering to a small muzzle, eyes and ears working to gether. She's so beautiful it almost makes me want to cry.

We sure as hell dont get along all the time. Half the time I hate her with a passion equal only to my love for her. And vice versa. My brother hates her, I'll admit she is a bitch but how can I not love her? And she's smart. One time I carried the american flag in the grand entry of a rodeo, and when I stopped in the middle of the arena, the wind caused the big ass flag to wrap around us completely, covering her head and wrapping around her butt. She didn't even blink. Stood calm as could be while I tried to unfurl it (while holding the reins and the pole at the same time) so I could see where the other riders were. And riding in the middle of downtown Moses Lake at rush hour? No problem.

I love my horse. From the end of the world and back, my little mares caught in my heart strings sure as sin.


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