You choice the path you want. Which ever one you chose, leads to a road and you must take that road to begin the journey of a life time.

But let us now, like soldiers on the watch,

Put the soul's armor on, alike prepared

For all a soldiers warfare brings.

                                                         JOANNA BAILLIE.

Observation to the touch detail on any portion to the between of the why,

Question a balance and ride for the seat of trust communication as a rein,

On the horse that is saddled the back is of difference to the felt,

To go bareback the thighs of the leg are in relaxed as this is the comfort of knowing,

Shoulders up eyes forward steady as the fountain of engagement roams.

Loving beach rides the crashing waves were always a cause for attentive,

The pricked ears to the all force scoot is the expected on the unexpected shower,

The mist of the spray on the rush to the shore is weird when you are on board,

To look at the sea as the movement is motion a bit on the dizzy Horizon has lotion,

The rushing sands pebbles and clams the cliffs to the Winds gale ports stand,

Walking along to an immediate move the ride is exhilaration just sight of the vibe.

The dunes to the mountains dependent on trailer those steep trails with the seasonal brew,

Up to the bottom of the peak on the store creeks with a sound that lakes would adore.

Puddles in winter the rain grows with slipped a real environment with nature at hand,

The journeys a trip for the next big shown dip is never by made up its wild romanced,

Your heart beats to pulse of the pound of horse breath that big blow out that moves all the ribs!!

Sigh in the gallantry of Horse and a truth that the only reality is that perfect in slide,

Smooth to the groom all effort reward,

Shining with love as the blankets are warm,

Minds that meld to nuzzles that form A lasting relation to the shoulder of Form.