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COWBOY POETRY

 

This poem was composed in 1997 by Mick Dundom of Collinsville, Oklahoma, Marc's farrier at the time.  The illustration is by Robert Kerby of Kearney, Nebraska, a long time family friend of Tami's.  The two year old in question is Tougher Than the Rest.

 

We're settin' in the barn one day,

Some other hands 'n me,

Talkin' cows 'n horses,

Like cowboys do ya' see.

 

There was me an' Marc, our friend Chuck,

And the dentist Vet was there.

He'd come by to float the teeth

Of a little buckskin mare.

 

Marc's been ridin' two year olds,

He rides 'em real good.

He sure gets one a goin'

And doin' like they should.

 

Well, some how the conversation

Got off on runaways,

Of which I've seen a many

In my buckarooin' days.

 

Marc said, boys, it sure is wise

To check your ridin' gear.

The other day I had a wreck.

I'm lucky that I'm here.

 

Yep, he said, I had these reins,

They sure were worse for wear.

I knew I should replace 'em

So I'd bought another pair.

 

Well, as yet I hadn't changed 'em

When I saddled up to ride.

I sure do wish I'd done it now,

Doggone my sorry hide.

 

I'm on this little two year old,

He's still yet plenty green.

He's all humped up and spookin'

At everything he seen.

 

So I just sorta' let him out

To warm him if I could.

Thought maybe once he settled,

He'll start actin' like he should.

 

By doggies, boys, I don't know why

Things happen like they do.

Up flies a bunch o' quail

And that little booger blew.

 

Well, I just set down on his head,

To try an' get him stopped,

When them dern reins I should'a changed,

Both them rascals popped.

 

I'll tell ya' what, it ain't no joke

Now that ol' pony's gone.

I'll tell ya' something' else, boys,

The rodeo was on.

 

He'd buck a while, then he'd run.

I'm thinkin', Golly sakes,

I've done lost my steerin' wheel,

And sure don't have no brakes.

 

Then here comes this ol' barbed wire fence,

It's comin' real fast.

Sure does have me wonderin' now

How long my life'll last.

 

About the time I thought he'd hit,

He set down on his tail.

Thinks I, now this is just the time

For this ol' boy to bail.

 

That's what I did, but I don't know

I'm clumsy plus I'm older.

I rolled right off like a big ol' rock

And boogered up my shoulder.

 

Well, that ol' horse went scootin' off

While in the dirt I lay.

And if I had a comment,

Here's what I'd have to say.

 

If cowboys live to ripe old age,

It's cause they used their brains.

That's why I'm out here ridin' now

With a brand new pair of reins.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

       

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Photo credits: Now and Forever Photography, Faye Zmek; Waltenberry, Inc.; Performance Horse Magazine; QH News; Reiner Magazine