My name is Misty and my horse's
name is Spot. He was our miniature stallion.
One day when I was 5 years old, my mom took me to a farm out by
Red Deer, Alberta, Canada to get my first pony mare. Before we went to the
barn, this lady took us to the field of stallions and said they are all for
sale. There had to be at least 15 miniature stallions in this field. My mom
said to me, "Pick whatever one you want.". So while the rest of the people
went by, I sat on the fence staring at this herd thinking. All of a sudden,
there was this one little paint stallion that I had never seen before. So
I picked him.
After we got him home, and a few days later, I decided to get
on him and he didn't care, he loved to go on adventures. I would take him
to check the cows or ride him right through the herd of mares we had. One
morning I led him into one of our fields and let him go...he stayed with
me and that day I realized he would rather be with me then be free.
He passed away 3 days before my 10 birthday. I am now 13 and I will never
forget you. I am luckier then some others. You left behind some of you when
our mare had a foal that was sired by you. Her name is Teea...she acts just
like you and to me she is you all over again.
I saw this poem and I thought of my Spotlight:
I Wish I
Could
I wish I
could be a Thoroughbred, and run like a flash,
Towards the finish on Derby Day, I would surely love to
dash.
I wish I
could be a dressage horse, trotting a figure eight across the sand,
Dancing canters and pirouettes surely would be grand.
I wish I could be a
show jumper, leaping oh so high,
Over the toughest jumps, surely I could fly.
I wish I
could be a mustang, and graze beneath the trees,
Galloping over dusty trails, and whatever else I please.
I wish I
could be a stock horse, cutting cows from the herd,
I'd amaze all my spectators, and they wouldn't say a word.
I wish I
could be a Clydesdale, and pull a cart with pride,
I would please my driver so much, his whip wouldn't need to touch my
hide.
I wish I
could be a Saddlebred, and prance around the ring,
To feel a sash across my neck would surely make me sing.
I wish I
could be a Pegasus, and soar into the night,
I would leap into the air, beneath the silver moonlight.
I wish I
could be a Quarter Horse, stopping on a dime,
I would love to say something more, but I can't finish out this
rhyme.
I wish I
could be a lot of things, but doubt I ever will,
You see I'm just a pony, but I'll keep on dreaming still.
Author Unknown
Spot 
