Stormy Taught Me To Ride
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.