Changing Barns

One more fight with an instructor,

Once more I'm mad,

She said to my face,

The other girl was better.

I stayed for as long as I could,

Made it through the end of summer show,

Won four ribbons,

But then they closed,

And I am without a barn again.

Spent two months looking,

For a place with friends,

But mainly horses,

Who needs friends?

Eventually I found one,

A place that was well kept,

But lessons were busy,

Arena small,

I wasn't sure If I would like it,

Until that second lesson on a wednesday.

Met a bunch of girls,

Who seemed a lot like me,

They liked horses,

Enjoyed a laugh,

And liked to compete and have fun.

Now I'm settled,

Happy again,

Until once again the devil on my shoulder started edging,

As we got a new rider,

In an already large group of 5.

Trying not to have negative thoughts without talking,

But her ponytail was too straight,

She wasn't smooth with a tacking a horse,

And then I started being competitive,

When she got in line in front of me,

And I couldn't be a show off.