thoughtful equestrian

I can appreciate any horse.

-the legs on a thoroughbred

-the beautiful head of an Arabian

-the feathers of a draft

-the colors of a pinto

-the booty of a quarter horse

-the neck of a hunter

-the cuteness of a pony

-many more.

Every horse is special and I don’t understand why some people cant see it. Just because you’ve never ridden/shown that breed of horse, doesn’t make them a lesser breed.

Do you know what makes me aggressive?

17hh+ Grand Prix horses who are dangerous to handle on the ground because they have no manners whatsoever. :)

Equestrians.

Our thighs could crush bones.
We have abs of stone
And calves of steel.
Our arms can lift 80 pound hay bales
And we could knock someone out with a kick.
We fall 7ft to the ground.
We jump towering objects
On animals that weigh 10x more than we do with minds of their own.
We slide, spin, pirouette, run, jump, and reach the sky from high above the ground.
We ride through storms with a smile on our face and rain in our boots.
Our ambition is fierce
Our competition is long
Our hearts belong to half ton beasts.
Our souls are tied to whinnies and hoofbeats on pavement.
Our shirts smell like horse sweat.
We’ve got hay in strange places
And dirt on our faces.
Our teammates can’t speak our language
So we know how to listen to words that can’t be spoken.
We get kicked and bitten.
We get thrown from the air.
We’ve flown and we’ve fallen
We’ve won and we’ve lost.
Our best teachers have hooves
And our classrooms have dust.
We risk our lives every day
When we sit atop the animals that are our best friends.
Our mentors.
Or co-workers
Our families.
Life is about horse hair on our clothes and peppermints in our pockets.
Failure comes daily
But we learn from it all.
Because we know we are equestrians
And we
Are
Always
STRONG.

Take Me To WEF (eq remix of Take Me To Church)

My pony’s got bad luck
She’s the bucker in short stirrup
I saw the glares of disapprovers
Should’ve switched my barn sooner
If the judges ever did speak
They’d suggest a harsher mouthpiece
Every show day’s getting more bleak
Disappointment each week
“We can’t do this,” You heard them say it.
My new coach is no pushover
She tells me, “You need a do over.”
The only riding that I should do
Puts my horse and me in tune
I can do this
Cause I love it
Teach me to do well.
Train. Train them. Train them. Train them.

Take me to WEF
I’ll worship like a dog at the size of that stride
I’ll tell you my faults and you can sharpen my eye
Offer me that groom position
Trainer let me give you my life

(REPEAT)

If I’m a jumper I’m the good kind
Steady leg into the two stride
Keep the timer on my side
Double clear with concealed pride
Back on at three
After the grand prix
Tricky rollbacks in the first course
That’s a fine looking eq horse
Who’s the head of your stable?
Heard he deals under the table
Soften my knee
Maintain the speed
Channel our flatwork

Take me to WEF
I’ll worship like a dog at the size of that stride
I’ll tell you my faults and you can sharpen my eye
Offer me that groom position
Trainer, let me give you my life

(REPEAT)

No martingales or sticks when the undersaddle begins
There is no better incident than a horse on the bit
In the madness of the warm-up, a sad, fad flooded scene
Overcome the indifference
Overcome the routine
Ooh, Oooh, train them, train them, train them

Take me to WEF
I’ll worship like a dog at the size of that stride
I’ll tell you my faults and you can sharpen my eye
Offer me that groom position
Trainer let me give you my life

(REPEAT)

Right now the three horses with the best immune system and the thickest pelts in my trainer’s barn are referred to as “Emperor Franz Joseph”, “Queen Mary” and “Attila The Hun” and I think that’s beautiful.