Stormy Taught Me To Ride

By Harold Roy Miller

Harold on 7-year-old Storm's Laced-in-Black, Missouri Fox Trotter mare. Stormy has inspired many of Harold's poems. 

 

There's a lot of equine folks today

who want to ride the easy way.

They do not like a horse that rears

or has any other quirks or fears.

 

If a horse is barn sour, bucks or kicks

or has a problem that is hard to fix,

instead of giving gentle correction

it winds up in the classified section.

 

At one time my feelings were the same.

I always gave the horse the blame.

But I got advice that was behooving -

it was my riding skills that needed improving.

 

I bought a horse called Storm's Laced-in-Black.

At reading riders, she had the knack.

On the ground, she was a teddy bear

but in the saddle, a different mare.

 

She'd wreck my nerve and confidence

by catapulting me over a fence;

or unseat me with a little crow hop

and race for home, and never stop.

 

If I was a little too hard on the bit

she would tend to throw a little fit.

All this struggle had me drained

til Stormy finally got me trained.

 

I decided to quit running scared

and started getting myself prepared.

It was a period of trial and error

but I finally stopped those rides of terror.


My equine skills are better all around;

you'll seldom see me on the ground.

And I can say with a measure of pride,

'My friend Stormy taught me to ride.'

 

About the author:

Harold Roy Miller was born in Mississippi, raised in Arizona and now lives with his wife in Nevada on a small ranch raising gaited horses. Harold is a correctional officer at the state prison and he writes cowboy poetry, mostly about horses, for fun.

'This poem is a true story. Stormy is a complex mare and I was a new rider and we've evolved together. She's inspired many poems,' says Harold.

 

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