A Gift

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on April 5, 2009, 9:30

by Ginger, age 11

As I sit here typing away on my computer, I am thinking about my previous visit to the ponies. I had just been sitting there, slowly and gently massaging Roxy’s tiny frame under her fuzzy coat. She put her head down on my lap and rested there. Sometimes would she turn away, but most of the time her head rested on my lap. I lifted up her thick, long flaxen mane and massaged her there. My eyes bore into her eyes (as some of you might know, I am a sucker for horses eyes). As I stare into them I wonder what they’ve seen. I wonder if her coat has been massaged