Through The Window

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on November 14, 2009, 20:00


by Jonannah, age 14

When I look out my window,
I don’t see much.
Just the roof and the bridge light,
And things as such.

When I look out my window,
I see a friendly little neighborhood.
I love the place where our house sits,
But maybe I’d change a few if I could.

When I dream by my window,
Horses glow in my eyes.
If I could try the country life,
I might try it out for size.

When I dream by my window,
Horses run in a green field.
They nicker and neigh,
but soon the sun plays my


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