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StevLL
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Get back in the saddle - The Ride
The sun shone brightly on this fine winter day,
My wife say’s trail ride, what do you say?
It’s out to the pasture, too round up our rides,
Both horses laughing, running side by side.
Two hours later, to the hitching post they’re bound,
One hour to catch them and another in the round.
We brush down their coats and pick their hooves clean,
Dust off our saddles, it all glows with a sheen.
We cinch up the saddles, my gelding he sighs,
To the mounting block go we, it’s stands three feet high.
He grunts and he groans as I drop in the seat,
He’s swishing his tail and stomping his feet.
We start on our ride, what a lovely pair,
My horse starts thinking; let's breathe higher air.
He starts popping and dancing to his own little beat,
I’m rolling and swaying, thinking stay up in the seat.
I’m feeling relieved, seems the worst is over,
Then once more for good luck, he turns fast on his shoulder.
I’m still holding on, but a little too tightly,
His head jerks back, and his rump comes up slightly.
Then he drops he head and he tucks his haunch,
What I feared comes true, I’m about to be launched.
With a powerful leap and pop of his rear,
I’m moving quite quickly,... look,.. I’m flyin' dear.
I land with a thud, but I get right back on,
Gonna finish this ride, so I make him push on.
Now he’s docile as a kitten, so happy he purr’s,
I’m cussing and spittin’, still calling him cur.
The moral of the story, I can wisely proclaim,
When your horse get’s to dancing, don’t hold so tight to the rein.
The sun shone brightly on this fine winter day,
My wife say’s trail ride, what do you say?
It’s out to the pasture, too round up our rides,
Both horses laughing, running side by side.
Two hours later, to the hitching post they’re bound,
One hour to catch them and another in the round.
We brush down their coats and pick their hooves clean,
Dust off our saddles, it all glows with a sheen.
We cinch up the saddles, my gelding he sighs,
To the mounting block go we, it’s stands three feet high.
He grunts and he groans as I drop in the seat,
He’s swishing his tail and stomping his feet.
We start on our ride, what a lovely pair,
My horse starts thinking; let's breathe higher air.
He starts popping and dancing to his own little beat,
I’m rolling and swaying, thinking stay up in the seat.
I’m feeling relieved, seems the worst is over,
Then once more for good luck, he turns fast on his shoulder.
I’m still holding on, but a little too tightly,
His head jerks back, and his rump comes up slightly.
Then he drops he head and he tucks his haunch,
What I feared comes true, I’m about to be launched.
With a powerful leap and pop of his rear,
I’m moving quite quickly,... look,.. I’m flyin' dear.
I land with a thud, but I get right back on,
Gonna finish this ride, so I make him push on.
Now he’s docile as a kitten, so happy he purr’s,
I’m cussing and spittin’, still calling him cur.
The moral of the story, I can wisely proclaim,
When your horse get’s to dancing, don’t hold so tight to the rein.
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