Listen to poem:

Holiday Fun Re-Write For the Equine Inclined 2

Frosty the Roan Man  
   
Frosty the Roan Man was a jolly, happy soul
with a big wide blaze and a frosted butt
and two eyes made out of Love 

Frosty the Roan Man is a fairy tale they say
but the children cluck he could rear and buck
when he came to life one day

There must have been some magic 
in that saddle pad they found
For when they placed it on his back
he began to jump around! – oh –

Frosty the Roan Man is alive as he can be
cause we heard him neigh
in his special way
that he loves us you and me
Yes he loves us you and me!
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Duggan Avatar
January 3, 2018 at 12:15 AM
Hi Chris you can tell you are a horse lover, I love them but I haven't ridden one for years and then I was never a good rider I have friends and relatives who own and ride them, this is a lovely poem, take care......Vera
Hagy Avatar
January 3, 2018 at 1:56 PM
Thank you so much Vera for your visit and kind words :) Have a great day :)
Marcum Wong Avatar
January 1, 2018 at 1:06 AM
You have a lovely voice Chris. I loved both your poems honoring horses. I adore them, and have ridden much over the years but have never been able to own one. Very fun and clever writing. Happy New Year to you too! : ) xxoo
Hagy Avatar
January 1, 2018 at 8:49 PM
Thank you for the warm comments my fellow horse lover :) Riding is the best! Nice to hear from you again Connie :) C.H.
Callus Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 5:34 PM
Thank you for sharing these lyrics and your voice, Chris:) Frosty is a lovely roan, and he is undoubtedly warm at heart! ~ Wishing you a happy new year filled with love and inspiration:) Warm regards // paul
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 8:17 PM
Thanks for reading and listening Paul :) I guess this was my holiday "thing" this year... you have a great New Year too :) C.H.
Dietrich Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 5:26 PM
So cute, Chris. I especially liked verse three when he came to life jumping around. I used to do Xmas parodies when I was starting out. They are so fun
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 7:55 PM
C.H.
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 7:53 PM
Thanks Andrea :) Obviously I have a lot of time to think while I'm mucking stalls haha! :0 Have a great New Year :)
Horsman Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 4:21 PM
wow the whole works here Chris, great poetry and song,,And Happy new year to you..
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 8:19 PM
Thanks so much Harry for the visit and the kind words :) Glad to know my holiday "project" was enjoyed :) Happy New Year Harry - C.H.
Lamoureux Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 3:48 PM
You have a nice singing voice!
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 8:29 PM
Very kind of you Richard :) My older cousin used to babysit for me when I was a baby, and she told me I would sing in my crib!...so I guess as I told Silent, like the poetry it's in my blood. And nice to know I still got it :) Happy New Year C.H.
Lamoureux Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 3:47 PM
What a delightful and fun piece! Happy New Year and thanks for your visit.
Hagy Avatar
December 30, 2017 at 8:25 PM
Thanks for your visit and kind words Richard :) Glad my holiday pieces were enjoyed...have a great New Year :) C.H.
One Avatar
December 29, 2017 at 1:54 PM
Hahaha... you singing really adds to this.. What ever happened to your rockstar image?
Hagy Avatar
December 29, 2017 at 8:32 PM
Thanks so much Silent :) I'm glad poets here are enjoying the singing as well... I still like to rock-out too, but lost my band...so now I sing whatever I want, however I want... it's in my blood like the poetry :) Thanks so much for checking out my posts, glad I could give you a chuckle :0 Have a great New Year:) C.H.
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace