Cowboy Poetry by Harold
First Trailered Trail Ride
I sprang out of bed at half past seven.
I had to be at the staging area by eleven.
This was to be my first trailered trail ride
and I was feeling nervous and antsy inside.
I went to the corral and gave the horses their feed,
then checked out the trailer for the things I would need.
I loaded up a tool box with wrenches and pliers
and checked all the pressures in all of the tires.
Then I put in my saddle and my new bridle
and all the other tack I considered vital.
I put electrolytes in the water in a five gallon pail
and some hay for my horse, nearly half a bale.
I prepared myself mentally for the equine haul
as I connected the trailer to the hitch and ball.
I drove very carefully to where the ride would start
with a smile on my face and a glow in my heart.
When I got out to unload and show off my stock
as I opened the doors, I got quite a shock.
I stood there gaping with my mouth open wide.
The trailer was empty - there was nothing inside!
Embarrassment spread all over my face
as I stared at the glaringly empty space.
I'd paid attention to detail ‘cept for one little thing -
and that'd be the horse I forgot to bring!
The Path of the Storm
I went for an afternoon trail ride
on a horse I nicknamed Stormy Hyde.
I wanted to see if she'd climb hills
and I could hone my riding skills.
The first rocky knoll that I came to
the mare seemed to know just what to do.
She climbed that hill full steam ahead,
then we made our descent to a dry creek bed.
Then she saw something and she got scared,
and it caught me totally unprepared.
She snorted hard and then she shied,
and bucked and tossed me side to side.
I stayed with her till she calmed down.
then I quit the saddle and hit the ground.
I was so relieved the fight was done
that I dropped the reins like a total moron.
That's when Stormy Hyde, she fled,
right down the middle of the dry creek bed.
Little puffs of dust begin to form,
marking the path of the departing Storm.
I walked home tracking Stormy's hoof prints
and I found her waiting by the backyard fence.
So if you're out riding, if you have any brains
and don't want to walk, hold on to those reins!
And the sequel ...
'When you're riding, use both hands,"
said my wife with scorn.
I said, 'Honey, I don't believe I can.
They won't both fit around the saddle horn.'