
The girl who loved horses pressed her nose to the window
Watching the pastures till they passed out of sight
Playing her horse games and reading her horse books
And dreaming of horses all night after night.
The girl who loved horses pretended to be one
Jumping and cantering and whinnying too
She practiced her vaulting up on to a table
Her long legs grew bruises in black, green and blue.
The girl who loved horses did learn how to ride them
She rode them and brushed them and fed them bamboo
She herded pigs on a horse and jumped over a fence
And she couldn’t believe that her dream had come true.
The girl who loved horses grew up long ago
And she hasn’t been near a saddle for years
But she still turns her head when she drives by a pasture
Her passion is still there inside, it appears.
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