Journal - One hour of my life

Journal— One hour of my life

I raced through the bush, under the electric fence into the horse paddock. Every time I do this I get REALLY dirty. Mum usually gets angry if the clothes are my jeans and a good t-shirt. I could see the horses, munching the fresh, crispy green grass. I could hear the CLIP CLOP of the horse hooves as the horses trot about. I went up to Billy Jo and felt her soft, silky coat and the tangled mane that I love to untangle and plait again and again. I walked around her keeping my hand on her back so she knows where I am.

This could be VERY DANGEROUS if you don’t know how to act around horses. She nuzzles up to me when I get back around, trapping me in her neck. I could smell the warm, grassy breath of her. I went over to Deanna. She is another horse that is with the R.D.A, she is black with a white star on her forehead. She is a beautiful mare calm and gentle I think they are very LUCKY to have her. Billy Jo came up to us, I hugged them both and they wrapped their necks around me so tight I couldn’t breathe. When they finally let go they start to look anxious. I checked my watch it was the time they usually start running about. They do this usually around the same time every day. I walked to the fence and watched them run around for a bit. It makes me feel as if I was drifting away from where I was watching

and feel like I was running free with them.

 

By Evette