Jinglebob
Well-known member
Are we sick of this subject yet? Seems I've written quite a few about calvin' and branding.
Sensations
The rough feel of a hard twist rope
the scratchy prickle of a horsehair mecate
the sun warmed leather underneath my butt
on a smooth muscled colt who's a little bit snotty
the voice that calls out a friendly greeting
as I unload my horse in the neighbors yard
the far off rumble of approaching trailers
the slap of the hooves as they hit ground thats hard
the warm aroma that comes from my partner
who stands and abides at his teather
as I snug up cincha's both front and back
I savor the smell of horse and leather
the sight of the crew that I ride with
as we gather the reluctant prey
the drifting of the clouds in the soft spring breeze
the cavorting of unknowing calves as they play
the cries and yips of the riders
like coyotes chasing cattle through the gate
the gruff bawling and raspy bellers that the cows make
trying to find their calves in a confusion that we create
the dancing flames of the branding fire
the bite of coffee the wives bring
the scent of wood and manure and old corral dust
these are some of the sensations of my spring
Sensations
The rough feel of a hard twist rope
the scratchy prickle of a horsehair mecate
the sun warmed leather underneath my butt
on a smooth muscled colt who's a little bit snotty
the voice that calls out a friendly greeting
as I unload my horse in the neighbors yard
the far off rumble of approaching trailers
the slap of the hooves as they hit ground thats hard
the warm aroma that comes from my partner
who stands and abides at his teather
as I snug up cincha's both front and back
I savor the smell of horse and leather
the sight of the crew that I ride with
as we gather the reluctant prey
the drifting of the clouds in the soft spring breeze
the cavorting of unknowing calves as they play
the cries and yips of the riders
like coyotes chasing cattle through the gate
the gruff bawling and raspy bellers that the cows make
trying to find their calves in a confusion that we create
the dancing flames of the branding fire
the bite of coffee the wives bring
the scent of wood and manure and old corral dust
these are some of the sensations of my spring