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June 2017 Story & Poem Entries Note: Winning stories and poems will be published in Pony Pals Magazine. All entries must be original, meaning that the member who enters them must have written the text. To be eligible the story or poem must have a horse or pony in it someplace. Stories should be suitable for all ages, including younger members. All entries published in the Magazine will earn 500 Wiggins Bucks, the best stories and poems will earn 3000 Wiggins bucks and trophy for the writer. Pony writer quills are awarded every day, remember to quit the scavenger hunt and restart it after you get your quill to earn a higher score.

Indescribable

Your ears are failing-well-not failing....selecting. They drown out the background sounds: cheers and yips, horses snorting, the announcer booming his calls. All you can hear is the rhythm beneath you. It slows your fast-beating heart, your breaths starting to match his steps. The time is now, but he knows his job. You shift into your heels and raise yourself up. He swipes his front legs underneath him once more to gather ground before launching from his hind end. His body shifts back. You lean toward his mane. His weight is sprung from his hips and you both are flown forward, airborne. You are anchored in your heels; out of the corner of your eye, you see the red and white striped rails you are soaring over. His front legs extend from their tucked position, anticipating the ground. You shift your body back and shove your heel deeper into the stirrup. He hits the ground hard and you fight through your grounded leg to stay upright. His hind end joins you on the ground. You toss your hands forward, giving him rein, and squeeze your legs against him. He lurches forward, and you look on to the next one.

Hunters_Bluff_Farm & Hyacinth
2017-06-11 19:33:04
It all started one day in August. I was reading Pony Pals aloud to my horse, Thyme. Thyme was a beautiful white Lipizzaner, she was kind and gentle. Anyway, while I was reading Miss Hopkins (The stable manager) came up to me and said "Crystal! Than goodness you're here! Mrs.Dewdrop (The riding instructor) has a cold and can not teach her class. I would like you to teach her class for her"
I said "Me? I'm not even a very good rider..."
"Nonsense! You are the best rider I have ever seen! Will you please teach the class?"
"Well; alright."
"Wonderful! The class starts at 4:00 p.m."
Miss Hopkins turned and left.
* * * * *
Later that day, a class of 3rh graders sat in front of me.
"Hello class"
"Hi." was the response from the class.
"Alright, let's begin with learning how to groom your horse."
"We already know how to do that!" yelled a boy with a roan horse.
"How about mounting?"
"We know that too!"
I looked nervelessly at all the students.
"How about a trail ride?"
In response I got a bunch of yay's and awesome's.
* * * *
The trail ride was what everyone needed, I helped the kids with they're posture and instructed them on when they could let the reins slack. Suddenly a gust of wind came out of no where; Jim's horse (Jim was the boy with the white horse) got spooked and ran away.
"Help!" yelled Jim.
I galloped after Jim.
"Jim! Give me your reins!"
"Here!"
"I took the reins and slowed our horses to a halt."
"Wow!" exclaimed Miss Dewdrop. "Thank you so much for taking care of my class!"
"Your welcome!" I replied.
The End!

GreenNinja & Thyme
2017-06-12 22:22:55
Oops! I forgot the title! The Title is 'Horse Lessons'
GreenNinja & Thyme
2017-06-12 23:56:41
Yours
By mcwehrli

You feel the breeze move your hair, even under your black helmet that is one size too big for your head. You horse moves under neath you reacting to every tug of the reins and every squeeze from your legs. You were told that this horse wouldn’t listen, that he was stubborn, that no one liked riding him, but here he is, listening to you. You were his boss and he no longer was in control. You rode him for weeks and weeks because no one else would. You would jump him over the jumps that had never been attempted before while riding him because everyone feared he would throw them. But he loved jumping, he loved it and he was good at it he always landed right and changed his canter on the turns without you even having to ask. You took him to competitions, winning first place in jumping every time. He was still wild and reckless but when a thunderstorm spooked him, and he bucked you off, you still wanted to get back on him, because he was yours and you loved him, even though your hands started to shake and you were scared, you got back on him. And he calmed down, and still listened to you even though he was scared too. And that’s when you knew, that he was yours, and nothing could ever change that.

mcwehrli & Alison
2017-06-17 08:31:27
show jumping
stamina will help
height doesnt matter
oxer a rail with a back rail
winning the ribbions

jumpers breed as a good horse
up and over the jump
middle rails
positive will get u there
into the fences
negitive is not going to make u win
going for the top



phoenixflame & phoenix
2017-06-25 05:48:06
Ridden
I knew the sky,
Through the wind,
That's how I lived.
Till one day,
Lassoed and harassed.
Brought in corrals.
I was frightened,
Petrified.
Then I was ridden.
My life was whole.
Ridden.
I say no more.

chestnutcolt13 & Thunderstorm
2017-06-27 19:27:02
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