Cowboy and Cowgirl Poetry
CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR 2008 POETRY CONTEST WINNER
THE TRIO'S TRIAL OF TRAIL
by SANDY WRIGHT
While embarking out for 2000and8, I told my friends,"Wow, this sure will be great!"
So what will we do on this Trial of Trail? I do not know, but we better not fail!
The Trio of girls, we got dressed for the battle, we shined up our silver and grabbed the best saddle.
We put on our chaps and grabbed a new hat, we curried our horse and began to chat.
We pondered the question of what was in store, we practiced and rode-it was never a bore.
There were gates to open, logs to drag, jumps to hurdle and a jig-n-a jag.
We went up hills and down hills and rode through streams, we rode along the river and down through the trees.
A bad day we never did make, even that cold one we rode in the lake.
There were days we showed up with snow on the ground,"Onward," we said and our hooves did pound.
We won prizes and ribbons and even a lamp. We had fun and drank beer at our little ole camp.
Now us 3 girls we look back with a chuckle. Pleased, that we all 3 won a new buckle!
Sandy
We got Ziggy at two because he liked to buck.
I said "great another ranch horse I can't ride, just me luck."
After 5 years of hard ranch work my husband said to me,
"Time for you to ride him, he'll fit you to a T",
I stomped and kicked and said "No Way!"
He said "You'll be glad you did and ride him all day!"
Now I look back and I say with a chuckle,
"You are right honey, I just won my first buckle".
CHUCK By JL
When I was a child on the ranch, only three,
My granddad gave my first horse to me.
The buckaroos from up north had roped her mom in the corral,
And sure enough the mare broke her neck when she fell.
In those days, the cowboys would never ride a mare,
So the yellow filly she left went to the first kid who would care.
Thank God I was in the door yard that day
Asking over and over, "Grandpa, she's mine, okay?"
Raised up on a bottle, she was mine thirty three years,
And thoughts of our rides still bring me to tears.
I know, a horse's color doesn't matter
But..in the years since those days, in the back of my mind,
I had a notion another big, gentle palomino, I'd find.
Then along came Chuck........
Over and over he caught my eye at each rodeo
As round the warmup pen the palomino would go.
As a colt Chuck took a lot of warming up
But..you knew if you didn't, he really would buck.
Chuck was a paint, with no paint color of course,
Soon became the well known palamino rope horse.
It took three years
But...I bought him for John, the big yellow head horse
And the pair had fun and won some of course.
But...Chuck got older and really sore one day,
So John moved on to a grey mare to stay.
But, I got Chuck.....
So...one day, I hauled to a Trail Trial at Washoe Valley.
"My God," I said, "This is right up our alley."
Ropes, slickers, gates, goats, portapotty dismount too,
All things we've always done, things that we knew.
I started thinking, what fun, this palamino has fulfilled my desire,
But...Chuck was thinking, Trail Trials is where all rope horses ought to retire.
ZEPHYR by Megan
Zephyr, like Nevada weather, it always surprises me when you change for the better.
Because of this, I will love you forever.
BLONDIE THE PALAMIOGO HORSE
by Nancy
For years I searched high and low
For a palomino horse fit to show.
Then when buying hay one day
Laxagues had one for sale-Hooray!
Blondie and I fit together like a glove,
She's a wonderful mare that I just love.
On trail rides we rode past llamas and goats
Crossed over bridges and braved noisy coats.
She took me through gates, steady and true
And even crossed creeks a time or two.
Blondie deserves first place for the year
And in my heart I will hold her dear!
SNICKERS
By Kate
Snickers, a great companion, with a heart of gold.
This mare takes me where I want and need to go.
I love this mare, and I am glad to share an award with her.
Her strong will and goofy personality is all I need.
