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The Horseman
Around he flew with nostrils flared,
Rearing and leaping as the man just stared.
Quickly and calmly with mental gauge,
He measured the animal's fiery rage.
"This horse ain't mean, just pushy and scared.
His owner never taught him, never really cared."
He spoke those words, then grabbed his rope,
Threw it, braced, and stopped the lope.
"The fear made him a bully; he has to strike first,
I've seen others like him, he ain't the worst.
I'll take the fear from him and teach him to trust.
He'll have to get rode, that part's a must."
Heaving and sweating, muscled up tight,
The horse glared at the man and was ready to fight.
The man fell silent, his eyes were intense,
Of what happened next it was hard to make sense.
Part battle, part dance, sweet caress, elbow grease,
The man applied pressure, then gave release.
Horse and man spoke with no words, not a sound,
"Come," said the man with a glance toward the ground.
The horse came and stood, licked his lips, heaved a sigh,
"Now that's a nice change; that's a good try."
The man led the horse to its rest, to its hay,
There was more work to be done, but not for that day.
To travel the road to success takes some guts.
The road can be long, and there ain't no shortcuts.
Then to me he said in a quiet aside,
You'll be fine, just look up and try to enjoy the ride.
Around he flew with nostrils flared,
Rearing and leaping as the man just stared.
Quickly and calmly with mental gauge,
He measured the animal's fiery rage.
"This horse ain't mean, just pushy and scared.
His owner never taught him, never really cared."
He spoke those words, then grabbed his rope,
Threw it, braced, and stopped the lope.
"The fear made him a bully; he has to strike first,
I've seen others like him, he ain't the worst.
I'll take the fear from him and teach him to trust.
He'll have to get rode, that part's a must."
Heaving and sweating, muscled up tight,
The horse glared at the man and was ready to fight.
The man fell silent, his eyes were intense,
Of what happened next it was hard to make sense.
Part battle, part dance, sweet caress, elbow grease,
The man applied pressure, then gave release.
Horse and man spoke with no words, not a sound,
"Come," said the man with a glance toward the ground.
The horse came and stood, licked his lips, heaved a sigh,
"Now that's a nice change; that's a good try."
The man led the horse to its rest, to its hay,
There was more work to be done, but not for that day.
To travel the road to success takes some guts.
The road can be long, and there ain't no shortcuts.
Then to me he said in a quiet aside,
You'll be fine, just look up and try to enjoy the ride.
A tribute to Mr. Ed Chambers
Written by Debra Meyer
2008
Written by Debra Meyer
2008
I am humbled and deeply touched .... thank you.
Ed C.
Ed C.
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| This poem published on the Cowboy Poetry website |
