Old Hands, Horses, and Boys


With eyes that were aging
and hands that'd match,

We all watched with humor
as he opened the latch.

Inside stood the Grulla,
rough haired and mean.

Us young hands all knew 'im,
he was a buckin' machine !!

We'd all tried to use 'im,
he'd fit any man's string

But just try to ride 'im
and he'd get meaner than mean.

"Ol' Man BE CAREFUL,
that horse ain't sane!"

When he bares his teeth,
Well, it ain't no game.

The Ol guy kinda chuckled,
started talkin a song......

Smiled at the ground,
and kinda shuffled along.

He opened his poke,
and shook out a chew,

Said, "Settle down pony,
I sure know you"!

He held out his hand
and stepped to the Dun,

We all held our breath,
figured his time had come.

The Dun met him halfway,
then licked up his chew!

Well Charles' eyes bugged out
and my face turned BLUE.

He said, "I roped 'im in the high meadows,
Spring of '80 and two,

When he was a young'n,
wasn't much he couldn't do.

We're both a little older now,
but he don't let down,

Don`t ride 'im much
since I retired and went to town."

He led him to a bucket
to use for a step

The ol Grulla stood quiet,
Seemed all out of pep.

When he finally got mounted,
He spun 'im around towards us two,

Said, "Mount up boys
we got cattle to move!"


--Butch Kiger

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An Ol Bay Mare

Have you ever forked a good one friend,
  that done ya proud all day,
And you always swung the far side
  cause she had the heart to stay.
Or had the ol hands say, "He's horse back!"
  when they thought you couldn`t hear?
Pour me a cup of coffee
For the mare some water clear,
And grant me one small favor
  as you look at this, her grave.
Would you talk to her kindly,
  and pull some weeds away?

-- Butch Kiger
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Reproduction in part or whole without written permission is prohibited.

 

 

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