Poem of the Week, Cowboys & Indians, February 13, 2013
Mornin', all.
Well, this time it's older Ennis, years after Jack's death, watching with pride his 8 year-old granddaughter learning how to ride. I see him with one foot on the lower rail, hat uncharacteristically pushed back a bit, that certain smile on his face. And then, after lessons, riding along with her, just the two of them, sharing some quality time.
Enjoy!
Bud
Katie’s Cowgirls
Submitted by Stephen Clark
In their jeans and cowgirl boots
they go racing down to the pen.
It’s Sunday afternoon
and it’s lesson time again.
There’s Hazel, Hannah and Hank,
Smokey, Shorty and of course old Jud.
With lead ropes and halters in hand
they wade through the manure and mud.
They’re all Katie’s cowgirls
and it’s riding time again.
They saddle up their horses
and lead them out of the pen.
They practice cones and barrels
under Katie’s watchful eye.
After two years of riding lessons
there’s not much that they won’t try.
She’s always there to help them
when they and the horse go astray.
She’s always there to show them
to ride the cowgirl way.
They’re all Katie’s cowgirls
and there’s more to learn of course.
But they won’t ever forget what Katie taught them
whenever they ride a horse.
Well, this time it's older Ennis, years after Jack's death, watching with pride his 8 year-old granddaughter learning how to ride. I see him with one foot on the lower rail, hat uncharacteristically pushed back a bit, that certain smile on his face. And then, after lessons, riding along with her, just the two of them, sharing some quality time.
Enjoy!
Bud
Katie’s Cowgirls
Submitted by Stephen Clark
In their jeans and cowgirl boots
they go racing down to the pen.
It’s Sunday afternoon
and it’s lesson time again.
There’s Hazel, Hannah and Hank,
Smokey, Shorty and of course old Jud.
With lead ropes and halters in hand
they wade through the manure and mud.
They’re all Katie’s cowgirls
and it’s riding time again.
They saddle up their horses
and lead them out of the pen.
They practice cones and barrels
under Katie’s watchful eye.
After two years of riding lessons
there’s not much that they won’t try.
She’s always there to help them
when they and the horse go astray.
She’s always there to show them
to ride the cowgirl way.
They’re all Katie’s cowgirls
and there’s more to learn of course.
But they won’t ever forget what Katie taught them
whenever they ride a horse.