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Frosty the Legend

A Stock Horse… High Country Bred
Dark Palomino with white patches on his body and head
solid well-muscled body and sturdy big boned legs
strong shoulders a massive muscled rear end

Sure, footed FROSTY would go anywhere
A gallop on the marshes through creeks and riverbeds
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 solidly in the bush from dawn to dusk

Working with the dogs to gather sheep from the hills and plains
His rider sitting comfortably, on a loose rein
Picking his way around the fallen timber and rocky scree
No need of spur or whip, Frosty took it all in his stride

Stock horse competitions he would excel and prove his worth
Trail riding, he was hard to beat in manners and stamina
Frosty was loved by all who had the chance to meet him
His reputation admired and known by country and city people

on a cold windy winter, 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
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
in the high country his memory lives among so many
And round the camp- fires FROSTY story will be told

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
What did you think of my title?
How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
How does this theme appeal to you?
How was the beginning/ending of the poem?
Is the internal logic consistent?
Last few words: 
In memory of a great friend, who gave me so much, over many years.
Editing stage: 


I like the poem very much, the language is controlled, and the rhythm pleasing. It is immediately obvious you are in a real world. I did become sad before I was half way, because I knew I would hear of his death. Loved your poem and the originality of the setting.


The most powerful reaction
of mind on mind
is transference of sight

Thanks Tyro for your review and comments.........Glad you liked my first submission on Neopoet. Gives me courage to continue to write, thanks again.
Cheers, Kev.

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Thanks Mark, for your welcome and review of my poem. Cheers, Kev.

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