Where does she go to?

My little student,
Where does she go to?
Her small cherubic body,
Clad in green and blue uniform and cowgirl boots,
Is here,
Hair clip in mouth, eyes skyward and body in constant motion.
Yet...
She is somewhere outside,
Running with a stick in her hand,
Down a dusty track.
Or on her pony,
Wearing a small circle
Around the perimeter of the paddock.
Picking a terrified skink out of the dirt,
Or herding chickens with her kelpie pup.
I speculate...
I cannot be sure where she is,
But I know this...
She is definitely not here in this mathematics lesson.