Writers Craft

Eclipse (Descriptive Paragraph)

It smells of a horrid stench, a mixture between dried manure and wet grass all stirred together making a strong and memorable smell that anyone could recognize as a farmers land. It is so strong I could feel it in my mouth; I could taste it in the oxygen that I’m taking in.

When I opened my eyes I can see what I’m here for, the young gelding. He is a dark bay not much lighter then the dirt under my feet.

As I trudged towards him, feeling the grass as it dipped and rose in little hills and holes; from different horses walking on it. I took in more detail of him.

On his two back legs there are a couple of white socks. On his front right leg there is another white sock, not as high as the back legs but still there. On his other leg he has a small semi-circle connected to his hoof, almost invisible. His muscles showed on both of these front legs, making him look powerful and agile. His back doesn’t have the muscles his front does but they still have enough to make him look swift. He also doesn’t have much of a belly on him, which is easier for him to run with. Though he has these tributes what he doesn’t have is height. He is only 15’2 hands high which is 5’5 in feet/inches. He is only 6 years in age, a teenager if you’d like, and he shows this everyday in his playfulness in the field with the other horses.

Now he just looks at me, waiting for his turn to ride. As he turns to walk towards me I see a flash of his brand, the mark he was left with from his racing years. His mane couldn’t cover it; it is too short to even braid. Only his tail is long and beautiful and as he trotted towards me I could hear his sweet whinny; not high pitched but not low it is just right and easy on the ears.

I continued to his pasture, watching as he came closer; his muscles moving in unison with his front legs. As I reach the gate, he reaches it too; slowing down so he could just come close enough for me to reach him.

My hand moves up to his head, right at his temple, and I begin to stroke him letting him know to be calm. I spoke to him, two sweet but simple words that forever he will know, “My Eclipse.”