Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Dad Poems: The Ride
My dad rode a big horse called Major
He was fast and he run like the breeze
He was a good cattle horse with the livestock
But he loved to run fast and free
Now I won’t say that Dad ever raced him
But all riders knew he couldn’t be beat
If such a challenge ever came up
Most riders just looked down at their feet
Now as a stock horse, he could cut quick
He could turn on a dime for a stray
If you didn’t sit deep in the saddle
You could find yourself flyin’ away
But one day on a drive they were makin’
A buck deer jumped from its’ bed
Major spun for the movement and follered
And Dad could pat that deer on the head
Now that made quite a stir with the riders
Cause few had seen such as that
A horse that could out run a buck deer
Against that, they would have all bet their hat
In time he became quite a legend
A horse that could run like the wind
Dad rode with pride on old Major
But the real story was just to begin
It was another drive near that same stretch of woods
When a coyote run from its’ den
Old Major saw movement and off like a flash
And a new story and a new ride begin
Dad’s lasso was whirlin’ from herdin’ the cattle
So he spun it and then let it fly
When that horse realized what was at the end of that rope
His eyes rolled up to the sky
In a fright he did run, completely out of control
And Dad hung on for his life
That horse cut a trail not even a mad man would take
And he done it without any strife
There were downed trees and gullies and brush piles he cleared
With that coyote flyin’ at the end of the rope
That horse turned it on and that coyote flew through the air
But his stride, that horse never broke
When it came to an end and that horse finally stopped
Dad set there and gasped for some air
As the riders came up they looked on in shock
That coyote was stripped of his hair
Dad told me, son, take my advice
If you ever find yourself in this way
You can run with the best, chase all the rest
But you put that damned lasso away*****
This is another poem written by my father.
It's about my Grandfather and it is a true story.
Both of those things really did happen just that way.
He actually did run with the buck and reached out and touched him several times.
I don't know that he was whoopin', but I know my Grandfather and can just hear him cackling and hollering.
I've ridden a cutting horse before and you've really got to be well seated to stay on when you know you're turning on a dime like they do. I can't imagine the ride he must have taken with that coyote. My goodness!
Oh, the stories that I've grown up hearing about my Grandparents and Great Grandparents. Even my father has great stories of himself to tell.
I could listen to them all day.
now that you know it's a true story about my Grandfather,
Go back and read it again.
You see, I can remember my Grandfather teaching me to use a lasso.
I actually used to be pretty good.
The target of the beginner?
Well, first you just learn to whirl it.
It can be a painful process, but the kinks get worked out eventually.
It involves lots of stomping, temper tantrums in my case, swearing, and just plain throwing it down on the ground.
( You have to understand that my worst swear word was "Dang it")
Then throw it at your younger sibblings and cousins!
Of course, you don't actually catch them, but it's fun to chase them and make them think you're going to.
Then you graduate to a target.
And old wooden fence post with a horned skull on the top of it.
When you got proficient with it, you moved on to other things.
Like, once again, chasing your younger sibblings and cousins ... only now you can actually get them!!!!!
And tie them up!!!
I haven't thrown a lasso in a long time ... I'd guess it's been around 24 years since I've even held one.
I think I'm going to have to get me one and get to practicing again.
In fact, that's what I want for Christmas.
I want a lasso!
I already have a pair of leather gloves.
I'm going to learn all over again.
Just to say that I can.
I keep a file of poetry that I like 9not for publication) would you mind if I included this one? if this is OK could you please let me know your Grandfathers name too.
I keep a file of poetry that I like (not for publication) would you mind if I included this one? if this is OK could you please let me know your Grandfathers name too.
I hope someone gets me a lasso for Christmas too!!
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