Frosty

FROSTY By Kevin L Fairbrother A Stock Horse… High Country Bred Dark Palomino with white patches on his body and head A solid well-muscled body and sturdy big boned legs With strong shoulders and a massive muscled rear end … Sure footed FROSTY would go anywhere A gallop on the marshes through creeks and river beds Up and down steep and rocky hills, through thick bush and scrub Nothing would impede his progress, he never gave up … He would carry heavy loads of Kangaroo and Deer A friend to so many on the regular weekend hunt Not fazed, never flinch when the guns went off Work all day in the bush from dawn to dusk … Working with the dogs to gather sheep from the hills and plains His rider sitting comfortable and on a loose rein Picking his way around the fallen timber and rocky scree Nothing would stop him no need of spur or whip Stock horse competitions he would excel and prove his worth Trail riding he was hard to beat in manners and stamina DUSTY was loved by all who had the chance to meet him His reputation admired and known by country and city people alike … But on a cold windy winters, morning, FROSTY was startled Rising from the rough and ragged ground where he lay His leg got caught, snapped his shoulder, struggling to get up A sad time next morning when he was found, there was no hope … FROSTY was put down Buried on the wind swept plains where he was born And close to another legend of the High Country His Mom … Such a legend FROSTY was gone before his time But he will be remembered for his nature and strength For on the high country his memory lives amongst so many And round the camp fires FROSTY story will be told Penned on the 23/01/15