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I have been too busy lately to post much. I thought late calving was easier. :???: :???: :???: :wink: Kinda runs into haying and fencing around here.
Back to the subject at hand. :wink: We were discussing why some of us prefer working horseback a while ago in a thread, vs. other methods, and I thought this poem by Waddie Mitchell pretty much sums it up for me.
Commutin'
There ain't nothin' like the feeling that you get down deep inside,
As you trot out in the morning, when you've hired on to ride.
When your mounts enthusiastic, and the air is crisp and new,
And there's lively conversation goin' on amongst the crew.
There's some bridle crickets chirpin',
Jinglebobs tap out a tune on one side,
The sun is risin', just ahead there sits the moon,
Shadows hightrot there beside you, elongated, keepin' pace,
Reassurin' you ain't hobbled by restrict of time or space,
Out in front the boss is postin' to the same beat as a song,
The realization hits ya', you're right where you belong,
It's then you start appreciating, you're on trails where few have trod,
And you wonder how you ever doubted if there really is a God.
Atop a ridge the boss reins in, so we all gather up around,
It's from here he'll call the circle,
So you step off to the ground, loosen up your latigo, air your pony's back,
You arrange again the blankets, realign your kack,
Then you mount back up to get dropped off,
Check to see who's on each side,
Your glad that you're a cowboy, and you feel this twinge of pride.
You ate breakfast by the Coleman, hurried round to beat the sun,
You've got eleven miles behind you, but it's here the works begun.
Now in town when folks must travel to their workplace everyday,
It's said that they're commuting to their job to earn their pay.
They'll choke in crazy traffic jams, fight for seats on bus or train,
It's a wonder that this ritual doesn't drive 'em all insane.
We too, I guess, commute to work as the job at hand dictates,
But we COMMUNE while we're commuting, and what a difference that makes.
Back to the subject at hand. :wink: We were discussing why some of us prefer working horseback a while ago in a thread, vs. other methods, and I thought this poem by Waddie Mitchell pretty much sums it up for me.
Commutin'
There ain't nothin' like the feeling that you get down deep inside,
As you trot out in the morning, when you've hired on to ride.
When your mounts enthusiastic, and the air is crisp and new,
And there's lively conversation goin' on amongst the crew.
There's some bridle crickets chirpin',
Jinglebobs tap out a tune on one side,
The sun is risin', just ahead there sits the moon,
Shadows hightrot there beside you, elongated, keepin' pace,
Reassurin' you ain't hobbled by restrict of time or space,
Out in front the boss is postin' to the same beat as a song,
The realization hits ya', you're right where you belong,
It's then you start appreciating, you're on trails where few have trod,
And you wonder how you ever doubted if there really is a God.
Atop a ridge the boss reins in, so we all gather up around,
It's from here he'll call the circle,
So you step off to the ground, loosen up your latigo, air your pony's back,
You arrange again the blankets, realign your kack,
Then you mount back up to get dropped off,
Check to see who's on each side,
Your glad that you're a cowboy, and you feel this twinge of pride.
You ate breakfast by the Coleman, hurried round to beat the sun,
You've got eleven miles behind you, but it's here the works begun.
Now in town when folks must travel to their workplace everyday,
It's said that they're commuting to their job to earn their pay.
They'll choke in crazy traffic jams, fight for seats on bus or train,
It's a wonder that this ritual doesn't drive 'em all insane.
We too, I guess, commute to work as the job at hand dictates,
But we COMMUNE while we're commuting, and what a difference that makes.