Dusty, grass departed,fly ridden entrance, a pathetically welcoming sign over head

Energetic, black and white goats dance on cloven hooves in their cages

Gray, smelly, contemptible, fence bound Eyore, the donkey, leers corruptibly

Stable is dingy, dirty and musty,with shafts of light timidly peeping through

Cutter, beautiful horse I ride, happily slashes his brown straw-like tail, in his stall

Get out the hair filled brush, run it carefully along a strawberry coat of silk

Saddle is heavy, with complicated straps, struggle with lots of tricky knots,

Stick the cold metal bit in the mouth, tug the tight harness over ears, throat latch

Trotting bumpily along in dusty corral, breath coming agonizingly short, clip clop

Walking on a twisty, lumpy trail, lots of slim elegant trees, a sun filtering roof

Cantering smoothly on a flat emerald meadow, wind singing past my face

Sad, lesson is over, sweaty, legs throbbing painfully, yet happy and thrilled too