Girls who ride horses
Never complain about rain.
They pay no mind to tangled wet hair
Or muddy boots.
The ring may be spotted with large puddles
But they canter through them
Laughing as the spatter spits at their horses’ legs.
Girls who ride horses
Long to be outdoors
Among the trees
In the fresh air
Perfumed with autumn leaves
Cut grass
And stacked bales of hay.
Girls who ride horses
Know how to communicate without speaking
Set intentions
And realize their visions.
Their rooms are bedecked with show ribbons
And equestrian books.
They leave the barn late
And return early in the morning
Because they must—
Because their love and commitment are true and steadfast.
Girls who ride horses
Are responsible, dedicated, strong, and free.
One day I hope to be like
Girls who ride horses.
The Sovereign Child 