The Special Saddle

There's horses running like bolt and lightning touching my skin.
Zap! I can hear the rocks and dust clapping together.
Putting on a bridle and a saddle.
Get ready on a secret trail.
The dust and the sand are rattling in the wavy wind.
I can smell the dusty paddock of white sand.
I can touch the horses back, fluffy like a Pomeranian.
The mane on the horse is blowing in the air.
The horses are trotting with a beautiful baby in the saddle.
Bridle controlling the horse, moving through the scary woods.
Horses running in the water with the fish and water plants.