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    Empty Saddle | Cowboy Poetry

    Rss Feed June 22nd, 2011

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    Cowboy Poetry

    We have all looked over our shoulder while horseback riding in the wilderness. What we think we see and what we feel – are with us always.

    THE EMPTY SADDLE, Cowboy Poetry by Sharon Gibson Those days I rode a bay horse, He was short and fat and fine While my Daddy rode a dappled chestnut about twice as nice as mine.
    We rode both hills and valleys,
    There wasn’t a trail we wouldn’t try
    But on goat paths and narrow ridges
    My sister’s pony could still pass us by.


    Legendary Dynamite Dapper Don

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Shana Sellers

    Into the starting box he is loaded
    In just moments he will have exploded
    His nerves are jumping
    His blood is pumping

    As the rider mounts up
    He throws a high buck
    Spectators in the crowd scatter
    But he is soon down with a clatter


    THE CHRISTMAS RODEO

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: C.M. Jones

    WELL EVERY YEAR AT CHRISTMAS
    WE HAVE A SPECIAL KINDA RODEO
    JUST TO HELP THE UNDREPRIVILEGED KIDS
    HAVE THEIR OWN LITTLE SHOW

    THE LADIES WHO DID THE ORGANIZING
    CALLED ON COWBOYS FROM ALL AROUND
    TO SADDLE UP THEIR HORSES
    AND BRING UM ALL TO TOWN


    Wonderful Creature

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Danielle Crawford

    In green fields I love to run,
    Always having so much fun,
    My mom at my side
    Is full of such pride
    As she watches me run
    with such ferocity,
    And smell the flowers
    with such curiosity,
    People are staring at me
    with such interest,
    I wish I could blend
    with the rest,
    The sun begins to sink
    in the sky,


    Being With Horses

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Anon

    Whenever I ride,
    It is a feeling of exhilaration,
    The wind blowing through my hair,
    And a feeling of liberation.

    The horse’s muscles rippling beneath me,
    The mane, long and free,
    Just the horse and me,
    I feel like we are free.

    Free from all the problems,
    The world tries to hide,
    Whenever it gets to be too much,
    I go out to the stable and ride.


    Fun In My First Horse Show

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Stephanie Green

    I loaded the tack, and then the horse,
    My nerves were racing, of course.
    We arrived and found a parking spot,
    I saddled my horse and made her trot.
    First call for class seven, hey that’s me!
    Dad told me to have fun and be easy,
    I entered the gate and experienced the fun,
    Before I knew it, the class was done.
    Standing in the lineup, thinking of the great ride I had,
    They call my name, I guess third place isn’t so bad.


    No Limits On the Back Of Horses

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Sarah Snyder

    Date or Ride?…I’ll get my Boots.
    Cowgirls can’t be tamed.
    God forbid that I go to any Heaven without horses!
    To Ride or not to Ride…what a stupid question.
    You can have my boyfriend…but stay away from my horse!


    The Winter Horse

    Rss Feed December 16th, 2008

    By: Katharine Nicole Jayne

    In the Rocky Mountains
    During the warmth of Spring,
    There was a newborn colt
    Such a cute little thing.
    His coat was full
    Of browns and golds,
    And as he grew
    He became playful and bold.
    Then when Winter came
    It was full of coldness and snow,
    The food grew scarce
    And it was time for him to go.


    Memories Under Loving Wings

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Chelsey Dyer

    I feel his muscles churning underneath my legs,
    I see the stars twinkling in the night ahead,
    How fast how far until we reach that star,
    That star.


    He Is always There For Me

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Emily Jacobs

    You make it better,
    You make it alright,
    Only you can make me smile,
    Even when we get in a fight,
    We fly through the fields,
    Race on the tracks,
    Jump all the gates,
    You help me relax,
    You listen to me,
    Never talk back,
    Let me cry on you,
    Don’t care if I’m wearing all black,


    The Jumper Classic

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Amy K. Habak

    She had tucked the trunk away
    in the corner of the small tackroom.
    A box overflowing with old wraps
    and torn blankets nearly covered the whole lid,
    But the dim light of the room
    caught on one of the brass latches
    glimmered, catching her eye, distracting her
    from the cleaning she’d come to do.
    She couldn’t remember


    Majestic Horses

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Ashley Johnson

    Flowing manes, tails of gold,

    See them run, so strong and bold,

    Muscular bodies, glistening eyes,

    Roaming free, as butterflies,

    Grasses and leaves, taste so yummy,

    Helping them fill, a fat little tummy,


    He’s My Horse

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Chelsey Dyer

    Simmering black almonds in the moonlight,
    Stare deep,
    Stare deep into my soul.
    As I sit in his hay and lay all my fears upon him,
    Words he doesn’t speak,
    But words aren’t what I need now,


    Another World

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Amy Habak

    Even though I just saw you last weekend,
    I smile as if meeting an old friend.
    When I swing onto your back,
    I swing into another world.
    It’s only you and me.


    Where Do All The Beautiful Ponies Go?

    Rss Feed December 12th, 2008

    By: Victoria Babbin

    Where do all the Beautiful Ponies go?
    In the Spring, its in the Sun,
    Where the sweet clover flowers grow.
    When Summer comes, They seek the shade,
    For this is where the day dreams are made.
    After Summer comes to Fall,
    They now need fat to remain tall.



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