Hyperfocused

I gather my thoughts and feel my horse under me

He feels steady and solid almost energetic

But certainly he is focused on the arena ahead of us

The music begins with its marching beat

We enter at A at a working trot and halt suddenly square at X

A barely audible WOW is heard from the crowd

I bow then gather up my reins

Latte feels the squeeze of my legs and tap of the whip

He springs forward into the working trot again

We do 8 meter walk circles at the March

And trotting circles while bending his body to the inside

We spring out of corners to lengthen stride for the medium trot

He stretches down his neck and out with the nose ears forward

For the stretching forward and downward free walk

As each letter comes into view I see only it and the ground before

While making serpentines acrossed the arena changing bend with each change of direction

I hear the last line of the music and turn

Down centerline we March until the last halt

Exactly in time with the music he takes his last step

On the last beat of music the crowd roars its delight