Remember

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on November 4, 2009, 8:00


by Rochlia, age 14

A dream came to me, a memory of old

of a young girl calling my name

with a voice sweet, so full of love

her gentle hands reaching to touch my muzzle

but slowly she fades into the moonlight

just a vision, she disappears

I neigh to her, but none answer my cry

mute darkness shuns me, the shadows try to silence me

I kick the cruel bars that hold me captive

Oh, how I wish I could gallop to her

to hear the girl call me once again

though I know I’ll never again see her

She is part of


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