I bought Frosty from a girl for .75 cents. I promised her that I would keep him forever and take care of him like a king. I kept my promise. My pony Frosty was 36 when he passed away. That day, I lost my heart, soul, and my mind. Frosty wasn't a gentle, loving, sweet nature little boy at all. He was only in it for the food and could care less about petting and kisses. When he saw me coming with the clippers, it was always a fight before a truce. By bath time he would realize that show time was on tap for him again. He'd jump into that trailer by himself the minute someone would open the door and would strut right out on the show grounds with his tiny ears pricked forward as if to say "Hey Everyone, I'm here" and the crowd always gathered to come see Frosty. You see, Frosty was multi-talented and could do anything my quarter horses could do and sometimes better. Wether it be standing square for showmanship, pivoting, pleasuring along the rail, a course in trail or jumping, this little man never missed a lead in his life. However I must confess that if any child was wearing a straw hat, he'd rip it right off thier heads and eat it in showmanship if they weren't on the ball. He loved his saddle and I was always amused about the way he loved to try to "bridle himself" by grabbing the bit and shaking it up and down until it was placed in his mouth. The funny part was that no big horse ever intimidated Frosty. He was a class act. He taught many children how to ride him and won many ribbons for children that would have never been able to see the inside of a show ring without him. He wasn't a theropy horse, but I did also teach a deaf child and a girl who didn't understand a bit of english on him by using signals that we just kind of made up as we went along. Frosty had the patience for all of it. I"ll never stop missing or loving Frosty. There's more on my rainbow bridge page. Here is his poem:
[SIZE=14pt]A Message to Mommy from Frosty [/SIZE]
I keep filling up five buckets instead of four,
and then I go stand by his stall door.
I look in and see how nothing's been moved,
my tears pouring down, and there's no way to soothe.
Then I look out in the pasture where he'd play,
tears still streaming down my face everyday,
then I saw a gush of dust blow over the top of the grass,
and a "whoosh" of sweet air that went right past.
So I took a look over by his favorite apple tree,
and with wings on his back, he'd come back to see me!
He reared and he bucked all over the place,
and then he flew above me and landed right in front of my face!
He then spoke: "What's going on here, what's all of this?"
"Come closer to me mommy and give me a kiss."
"I've come to help you, because you can't go on grieving in this way,
you're too unhappy I see, every single day."
"Now listen to me mommy, and listen up good,
you're behaving so sad and not like you should."
"I never really left you, I just went to get my wings,
and oh, I saw the most wonderful things."
"I saw your Dad and your Mom was there too;
and your Brother Dave was so funny, and he gave me a carrot or two."
"Then I saw all our other horses and pets that we had,
oh Mommy, it's so wonderful there, not at all bad."
"But all the horses here know that I never really left them alone;
they see me always and knew I was still home."
"Just last night I bit Sonny in the knee;
he spun right around and said to stop it or he'd kick me!"
"And oh, remember that storm that we had?"
"I was in the stall with Holly, but that got her a little bit mad;
so then I flew over to visit Comet, and he grabbed my left wing;
do something about his nipping please, that silly little thing!"
"Silver Belle didn't mind me playing with her at all,
but after a while she told me to go back to my own stall."
"I've been out in the pasture with them every day since,
but I knew I had to appear to you, so are you now convinced?"
"So, stop all your blubbering, and dry all those tears;
you only helped me out of my pain Mommy, we had so many years ..."
"Can you see now that I'm just fine again?"
"I haven't felt so frisky like this since way back when!"
"You will never have to let me go Mommy, I'll stay in your heart forever;
but you must go on now, and just remember:
that I loved you so much and you loved me of course,
so dry up your tears now Mommy,
because I'm now your very own little winged horse."
by Marty Garrison
[SIZE=14pt]A Message to Mommy from Frosty [/SIZE]
I keep filling up five buckets instead of four,
and then I go stand by his stall door.
I look in and see how nothing's been moved,
my tears pouring down, and there's no way to soothe.
Then I look out in the pasture where he'd play,
tears still streaming down my face everyday,
then I saw a gush of dust blow over the top of the grass,
and a "whoosh" of sweet air that went right past.
So I took a look over by his favorite apple tree,
and with wings on his back, he'd come back to see me!
He reared and he bucked all over the place,
and then he flew above me and landed right in front of my face!
He then spoke: "What's going on here, what's all of this?"
"Come closer to me mommy and give me a kiss."
"I've come to help you, because you can't go on grieving in this way,
you're too unhappy I see, every single day."
"Now listen to me mommy, and listen up good,
you're behaving so sad and not like you should."
"I never really left you, I just went to get my wings,
and oh, I saw the most wonderful things."
"I saw your Dad and your Mom was there too;
and your Brother Dave was so funny, and he gave me a carrot or two."
"Then I saw all our other horses and pets that we had,
oh Mommy, it's so wonderful there, not at all bad."
"But all the horses here know that I never really left them alone;
they see me always and knew I was still home."
"Just last night I bit Sonny in the knee;
he spun right around and said to stop it or he'd kick me!"
"And oh, remember that storm that we had?"
"I was in the stall with Holly, but that got her a little bit mad;
so then I flew over to visit Comet, and he grabbed my left wing;
do something about his nipping please, that silly little thing!"
"Silver Belle didn't mind me playing with her at all,
but after a while she told me to go back to my own stall."
"I've been out in the pasture with them every day since,
but I knew I had to appear to you, so are you now convinced?"
"So, stop all your blubbering, and dry all those tears;
you only helped me out of my pain Mommy, we had so many years ..."
"Can you see now that I'm just fine again?"
"I haven't felt so frisky like this since way back when!"
"You will never have to let me go Mommy, I'll stay in your heart forever;
but you must go on now, and just remember:
that I loved you so much and you loved me of course,
so dry up your tears now Mommy,
because I'm now your very own little winged horse."
by Marty Garrison
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