Flood of Flame

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on November 25, 2009, 8:50

by Pal’s Pal, age 11

As I stood in the middle of the pasture, I was sure of only one thing. That thing was my horse. The rain hit my face in a melancholy way. I felt the dreams I had once dreamt running free in my head again. I cried.


I saw my girl. She was standing in her valiant way, her mane blown by the wind. Something was wrong with her. I trotted over to see if she was OK. The rain pounded on me. I nickered to her. Her face was wet with salt water. I asked her to come with me out of the rain. She did. She seemed sad. Very sad. But