Calamity Jane
He looked like a good saddle horse
though his hair was long
and his beard three days course
she soon had the saddle on him
and he worked at the ride
it was a matter of pride
everything that he tried
drew the noose tighter still
till she'd broken his will
till he'd do anything that she said
he worked like a mule
while she soaked the young fool
taking just about all that he made
when she cut the horse loose
he was well beyond use
and she advanced on the herd once again.
poem by George Murdock
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Boot and Saddle
I
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
Chorus. Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
II
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay—
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
III
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
IV
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
Chorus. "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Bloomfield from Cavalier Tunes (1842)
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Cavalier Tunes: Boot and Saddle
Boot, saddle, to horse and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery gray,
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay--
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, "Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
(Chorus)
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Browning
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Boot and Saddle
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my Castle, before the hot day
Brightens the blue from its silvery grey,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
"God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads array:
Who laughs, Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, "Nay!
I've better counsellors; what counsel they?"
(Chorus) "Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!"
poem by Robert Browning
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Ode to Clyde
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
THREE DAYS OF RIDING BILLY THE BAY
LABOR DAY WEEKEND AND ANOTHER NICE DAY
I DECIDED TO TAKE MY OTHER HORSE CLYDE
AND THEN RESTED BILLY THE BAY
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
I USE TO RIDE WHAT MOST MEN COULDN’T SADDLE
NOW I CAN’T SADDLE WHAT MOST MEN CAN RIDE
BUSTED AND BROKEN FROM THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SAY
OH WHAT’S AN OLD COWBOY TO SING
WHEN HIS HORSE SENDS HIM HIGH ON HIS WAY
BUSTED AND BROKEN AND LAYING IN PAIN
NEVER SHOULD’VE TAKEN THE PAINT THAT DAY
SHOULD HAVE RIDDEN THE BAY.
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU SURE GAVE ME A HECK OF A RIDE
CLYDE, CLYDE, CLYDE
YOU BUSTED MY PELVIS AND PRIDE
THAT’S OKAY CLYDE, YOU JUST WAIT AND SEE
THINK YOU’RE REALLY ALL THAT TUFF AND MEAN?
I’M MENDING BOY, AND JUST YOU WAIT FOR ME!
I’M GONNA RIDE THE HIDE
OFF THAT BUCKING HORSE CLYDE!
poem by Sunnie Bianco
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Looking for my Horse
Just the other day I lost my horse
I lost my horse, I lost it somewhere
Not here for sure or I would find it
My horse is hungry my horse must drink
The flies are horse flies you know
They zoom about my head as if to say
You are sitting on your saddle, you dummy
Your saddle under you, beneath that … a horse
poem by Werner Klokow
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The Old Chisholm Trail
Well, come along boys and listen to my tale
I'll tell you all my troubles on the ol' Chisholm Trail
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I started up the trail October twenty-third
Started up the trail with the U-2 herd
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
On a ten dollar horse and a forty dollar saddle
Started out punchin' them long horn cattle
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
With my seat in the saddle and my hand on the horn
I'm the best dang cowboy that was ever born
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
It's cloudy in the west and lookin' like rain
And my danged old slicker's in the wagon again
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
The wind began to blow and the rain began to fall
And it looked like we were gonna lose 'em all
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
No chaps, no slickers and it's pouring rain
I swear I'll never night herd again
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I cripple on my horse and I don't know how
Roping these long horn U-2 cows
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Well, I went to the boss to draw my roll
And the boss had me fugured nine dollars in the hole
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Well, me and the boss we had a little spat
So I hit him in the face with my ten gallon hat
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
The boss said to me, ''Well, I'll fire you
Not only you but the whole darn crew.''
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
I'll sell my horse, I'll sell my saddle
And you can drive all your long horn cattle
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea.
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea, youpy yea
Come a-ti yi youpy, youpy yea...
song performed by by Randy Travis
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Bronco Bill's Lament
I coulda been most anything I put my mind to be,
But a cowboy's life was the only life for me.
It's a strong man's occupation ridin' herd and livin' free,
But strong men often fail
Where shrewd men can prevail,
I'm an old man now with nothin' left to say,
But oh god how I worked my youth away.
Well you may not recognise my face, I used to be a star,
A cowboy hero known both near and far.
I perched upon a silver mount and sang with my guitar,
But the studio of course,
owned my saddle and my horse,
But that six-gun on the wall belongs to me,
Oh god I can't live a memory.
You know I'd like to put my finger on that trigger once again,
And point that gun at all the prideful men.
All the voyeurs and the lawyers who can pull a fountain pen,
And put you where they choose,
With the language that they use,
And enslave you till you work your youth away,
Oh god how I worked my youth away.
Whoopee ty yioh
Whoopee ty yi ay,
One man's work is another man's play
Oh god how I worked my youth away.
You see I always liked the notion of a cowboy fighting crime,
This photograph was taken in my prime,
I could beat those desperados but there's no sense fightin' time,
But the singin' was a ball
Cause I'm not musical at all,
I moved my lips to someone else's voice.
Repeat verse 1
song performed by by Don McLean
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Saddle Up
Saddle up.
This ride we're taking,
Wont be easy.
Saddle up.
We're taking the direct route,
Without a scenic tease.
Saddle up.
This ride we're taking,
Wont be easy.
Saddle up.
We're taking the direct route,
Without a scenic tease.
I've got to speed up that peace,
That waits for me.
All that mess about aggression!
And who's got a better weapon,
To teach a lesson.
Ain't getting one thing done!
But keeping people on the run!
Saddle up.
This ride we're taking,
Wont be easy.
Saddle up.
We're taking the direct route,
Without a scenic tease.
Saddle up.
This ride we're taking,
Wont be easy.
Saddle up.
We're taking the direct route,
Without a scenic tease.
I've got to speed up that peace,
That waits for me.
All that mess about aggression!
And who's got a better weapon,
To teach a lesson.
Ain't getting one thing done!
But keeping people on the run!
I'm not accustomed to the cunning!
Saddle up.
This ride we're taking,
Wont be easy.
Saddle up.
We're taking the direct route,
Without a scenic tease.
If you wont to share that chaos,
You can have the piece I leave.
Or saddle up with me...
And let them keep this sick disease!
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Back In The Saddle
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
Ridin' into town alone by the light of the moon
I'm lookin' for old Sukie Jones she crazy horse saloon
Barkeep gimme a drink that's when she caught my eye
She turned to give me a wink that make a grown man cry
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
I'm back in the saddle again
I'm back
Come easy
song performed by by Aerosmith
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Refugio's Hair
In the old days of our family,
My grandmother was a young woman
Whose hair was as long as the river.
She lived with her sisters on the ranch
La Calera--The Land of the Lime--
And her days were happy.
But her uncle Carlos lived there too,
Carlos whose soul had the edge of a knife.
One day, to teach her to ride a horse,
He made her climb on the fastest one,
Bareback, and sit there
As he held its long face in his arms.
And then he did the unspeakable deed
For which he would always be remembered:
He called for the handsome baby Pirrín
And he placed the child in her arms.
With that picture of a Madonna on horseback
He slapped the shank of the horse's rear leg.
The horse did what a horse must,
Racing full toward the bright horizon.
But first he ran under the álamo trees
To rid his back of this unfair weight:
This woman full of tears
And this baby full of love.
When they reached the trees and went under,
Her hair, which had trailed her,
Equal in its magnificence to the tail of the horse,
That hair rose up and flew into the branches
As if it were a thousand arms,
All of them trying to save her.
The horse ran off and left her,
The baby still in her arms,
The two of them hanging from her hair.
The baby looked only at her
And did not cry, so steady was her cradle.
Her sisters came running to save them.
But the hair would not let go.
From its fear it held on and had to be cut,
All of it, from her head.
From that day on, my grandmother
Wore her hair short like a scream,
But it was long like a river in her sleep.
poem by Alberto Ríos
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Cavalier Tunes
. MARCHING ALONG.
I.
Kentish Sir Byng stood for his King,
Bidding the crop-headed Parliament swing:
And, pressing a troop unable to stoop
And see the rogues flourish and honest folk droop,
Marched them along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
II.
God for King Charles! Pym and such carles
To the Devil that prompts 'em their treasonous parles!
Cavaliers, up! Lips from the cup,
Hands from the pasty, nor bite take nor sup
Till you're---
CHORUS.---Marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song.
III.
Hampden to hell, and his obsequies' knell
Serve Hazelrig, Fiennes, and young Harry as well!
England, good cheer! Rupert is near!
Kentish and loyalists, keep we not here
CHORUS.---Marching along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song?
IV.
Then, God for King Charles! Pym and his snarls
To the Devil that pricks on such pestilent carles!
Hold by the right, you double your might;
So, onward to Nottingham, fresh for the fight,
CHORUS.---March we along, fifty-score strong,
Great-hearted gentlemen, singing this song!
II. GIVE A ROUSE.
I.
King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
II.
Who gave me the goods that went since?
Who raised me the house that sank once?
Who helped me to gold I spent since?
Who found me in wine you drank once?
CHORUS.---King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
III.
To whom used my boy George quaff else,
By the old fool's side that begot him?
For whom did he cheer and laugh else,
While Noll's damned troopers shot him?
CHORUS.---King Charles, and who'll do him right now?
King Charles, and who's ripe for fight now?
Give a rouse: here's, in hell's despite now,
King Charles!
III. BOOT AND SADDLE.
I.
Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
Rescue my castle before the hot day
Brightens to blue from its silvery grey,
CHORUS.---Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!
II.
Ride past the suburbs, asleep as you'd say;
Many's the friend there, will listen and pray
``God's luck to gallants that strike up the lay---
CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''
III.
Forty miles off, like a roebuck at bay,
Flouts Castle Brancepeth the Roundheads' array:
Who laughs, ``Good fellows ere this, by my fay,
CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''
IV.
Who? My wife Gertrude; that, honest and gay,
Laughs when you talk of surrendering, ``Nay!
``I've better counsellors; what counsel they?
CHORUS.---``Boot, saddle, to horse, and away!''
poem by Robert Browning
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High Horse
You had your chance to show affection
You had your chance to give me more
And now that shes found new direction
You make your way to my back door
What makes you think the whole world wants you
Give steel a kiss and it will bend
The flesh is weak and when its all been said and done
The spirits all thats left in the end
If you have to saddle your high horse
Go on and ride out of my sight
(ride out of my sight)
You never had the time of day for me you know
And now you want to spend the night
Youre big with the come-on like its no big deal
No big deal to you
You let the wild wind blow your course
(wild wind blow your course)
I do not want the dirt from your shoes
Or from the hooves of your high horse
The way I see it there are few things left
To hold on to and keep your head yeah
When its your sense of humor and integrity
Theres nothing funny about whats being said
There was a day when I would let myself be trampled
As long as it was done by you
(as long as it was done by you)
But I took so much abuse now Ive had ample
Theres no way that youll break through
If you have to saddle your high horse
Go on and ride out of my sight
(ride out of my sight)
You never had the time of day for me you know
And now you want to spend the night
Youre big with the come on like its no big deal
No big deal to you
You let the wild wind blow your course
(wild wind blow your course)
I do not want the dirt from your shoes
Or from the hooves of your high horse
You had your chance to show affection
(you had your chance to show me some affection)
You had your chance to give me more
(you had your chance to give me more baby)
And now that shes found new direction
You make your way to my back door
What makes you think the whole world wants you
Give steel a kiss and it will bend
The flesh is weak and when its all been said and done
The spirits all thats left in the end
If you have to saddle your high horse
Go on and ride out of my sight
(ride out of my sight)
You never had the time of day for me you know you didnt
And now you want to spend the night
Youre big with the come on like its no big deal
No big deal to you
You let the wild wind blow your course
(wild wind blow your course)
I do not want the dirt from your shoes
Or from the hooves of your high horse
I do not want the dirt from your shoes
Or from the hooves of your high horse
From your high horse
From your high horse
Yeah
song performed by by Indigo Girls
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The Knight's Leap: A Legend of Altenar
'So the foemen have fired the gate, men of mine;
And the water is spent and gone?
Then bring me a cup of the red Ahr-wine:
I never shall drink but this one.
'And reach me my harness, and saddle my horse,
And lead him me round to the door:
He must take such a leap to-night perforce,
As horse never took before.
'I have fought my fight, I have lived my life,
I have drunk my share of wine;
From Trier to Coln there was never a knight
Led a merrier life than mine.
'I have lived by the saddle for years two score;
And if I must die on tree,
Then the old saddle tree, which has borne me of yore,
Is the properest timber for me.
'So now to show bishop, and burgher, and priest,
How the Altenahr hawk can die:
If they smoke the old falcon out of his nest,
He must take to his wings and fly.'
He harnessed himself by the clear moonshine,
And he mounted his horse at the door;
And he drained such a cup of the red Ahr-wine,
As man never drained before.
He spurred the old horse, and he held him tight,
And he leapt him out over the wall;
Out over the cliff, out into the night,
Three hundred feet of fall.
They found him next morning below in the glen,
With never a bone in him whole-
A mass or a prayer, now, good gentlemen,
For such a bold rider's soul.
Eversley, 1864.
poem by Charles Kingsley
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I Ride My Horse II
Sunlight...
I feel the sun
Warm on my skin
Shining on me
As I ride my horse
Wind…
I feel the wind
Combing my hair
Flowing past me
As I ride my horse
Sky…
I see the sky
Open above me
Calling to me
As I ride my horse
Grass…
I see the grass
All around me
Surrounding me
As I ride my horse
poem by Horse Poet
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The Horse Trader
I traded for a horse one time
He wouldn't take no beauty prize
A great big long-eared blue roan gelding
Not too bad fore weight and size
I had to make some tough old circles
And this trader guaranteed
This horse would show me lots of country
And not need too much rest or feed
He said, "Now this here ain't no kids horse
But he'll pack you up the creek
He will bump up on some occasions
And he has been known to kick
I wouldn't trade him just to anyone
Without having some remorse
But if yer a shore enough cow puncher
Mister, he's yer kinda of horse
I stepped on that horse the next mornin'
He began to buck and bawl
That trader maybe hadn't lied none
But he hadn't told it all
Because we shore tore up the country
Where he throwed that equine fit
And I almost ran out of hand holds
By the time he finally quit
I guess that must'a set the pattern
Things just never seems to change
Although I showed him lots of country
Every corner of the range
But every time I'd ride that BOOGER
Why, he'd keep me sittin' tight
I knew I'd make at least three bronc rides
` Fore he'd pack me home that night
Which woulda been ok
With lots of horses that I knowed
But that old pony had my number
I'd just barely got him rode
And the thing that really spooked me
And put a damper on my pride
He was learning how to buck
Faster than I was learning how to ride
I pulled into camp one evening;
It was getting pretty late
I see this grey horse in the corral
And there's a saddle by the gate
I looked that grey over
And I shore like what I seen
Then this kid showed up around the barn
He must'a been sixteen
He said, he'd lamed that grey horse that morning
Coming down off the granite grade
And he wondered if I had a horse
I'd maybe like to trade
He said, "He didn't have time to stop
And rest and let him heal
And since that beggers can't be choosers
He'd make most any kind of deal."
When a feller's tradin' horses
Why, most anything is fair
So I traded him that blue roan
For his grey horse then and there
But then my conscience started hurtin'
When I thought of what I did
To trade a "FLY BLOWN" dink like that
Off to some little wet-nosed kid.
So next mornin' after breakfast
Why, I told him "Listen lad,
If you want to know the truth
That trade you made last nite was bad
That old blue horse is a tough one
Bas as any one you'll see
He'll kick you, strike you, and stampede
He's a sorry S.O.B! "
"It's all I can do to ride him
And I'll tell it to you straight
I think you'll be awfully lucky
Just to ride him past the gate
There are two or three old horses
Out there in the saddle bunch
They ain't got too much going for'em
But I kinda got a hunch
They'll probably get ya where yer goin'
If you just don't crowd'em none
But damn, I hate to see you ride
That blue roan BOOGER son! "
He said, "I told ya there last nite
I'd make most any trade
And I appreciate yer tellin'
What a bad mistake I made."
"But my old daddy told me
When yer tradin' that no matter
How you feel even if you take a whippin'
That a deal is still a deal
That horse, you say has lots to travel
And he's not too bad for speed
Well Sir, I'm kinda in a tight
And that equally what I need.
I traded him fair and square
And damn his blue roan hide
When I pulled out'ta here this mornin'
That's the horse I'm gunna ride
I watched him cinching up his saddle
And he pulled his hat way down
Stepped right up into the riggin'
Like he's headed straight to town
Stuck both spurs up in his shoulders
Got the blue roan's hair a-flyin'
Tipped his head straight back and screamed
Just like a hungry mountain lion
You know, I've heard lots of stories
` Bout the Bucking Horse Ballet
I've heard poetry in motion
But the ride I saw today
Just plum complete defied description
Though I can see it plain
Like it had happened in slow motion
And was branded on my brain
I don't suppose I could explain it
To you even if I tried
The only think that I can say is
By the saints the kid could ride.
He sat there plum relaxed
Like he was lying in bed
And every move that pony made
That kid was a-half a jump a head
When it was over I decided
I could learn a few things more
And I said, "SON, I'm awfully sorry
I misjudged yer riding skills! "
He said, "Shucks that's okay mister."
As he started on his way
But if you think this horse can buck
Don't put yer saddle on that grey! !
poem by Kendra Tyler
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Riderless
A broken bridle trailing,
A saddle scratched and scarred –
And Brown Bee at the railing
That rings the station yard;
No stockman sits astride her,
But, by those flanks a-foam,
Wild Terror was the rider
That lashed the good mare home!
She snorts across the moonlight
Through nostrils red and wide
The challenge of the unbacked colt
To those who dare not ride;
She snorts across the moonlight
Through nostrils wide and red
The terror of a dumb beast
That has looked upon the dead. . .
His saddle and his bridle
We’ve softly laid aside,
We’ll leave the rough gear idle
Till he comes back to ride –
But when the daylight gathers
And when the dawning pales,
The brown mare stands and whinnies
With her lean head on the rails.
poem by William Henry Ogilvie
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When he looked under the saddle he lost his horse.
The Son's Sorrow
FROM THE ICELANDIC.
The King has asked of his son so good,
“Why art thou hushed and heavy of mood?
O fair it is to ride abroad.
Thou playest not, and thou laughest not;
All thy good game is clean forgot.”
“Sit thou beside me, father dear,
And the tale of my sorrow shalt thou hear.
Thou sendedst me unto a far-off land,
And gavest me into a good Earl’s hand.
Now had this good Earl daughters seven,
The fairest of maidens under heaven.
One brought me my meat when I should dine,
One cut and sewed my raiment fine.
One washed and combed my yellow hair,
And one I fell to loving there.
Befell it on so fair a day,
We minded us to sport and play.
Down in a dale my horse bound I,
Bound on my saddle speedily.
Bright red she was as the flickering flame
When to my saddle-bow she came.
Beside my saddle-bow she stood,
‘To flee with thee to my heart were good.’
Kind was my horse and good to aid,
My love upon his back I laid.
We gat us from the garth away,
And none was ware of us that day.
But as we rode along the sand
Behold a barge lay by the land.
So in that boat did we depart,
And rowed away right glad at heart.
When we came to the dark wood and the shade
To raise the tent my true-love bade.
Three sons my true-love bore me there,
And syne she died who was so dear.
A grave I wrought her with my sword,
With my fair shield the mould I poured.
First in the mould I laid my love,
Then all my sons her breast above.
And I without must lie alone;
So from the place I gat me gone.”
No man now shall stand on his feet
To love that love, to woo that sweet:
O fair it is to ride abroad.
poem by William Morris
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A Dream Fulfilled (My First Trail Ride)
Upon the saddle I am mounted
My foot in the stirrup is set
Precious time is happily counted
a kinder horse have I never met
Upon the rocky trail I ride
I enjoy fresh air and tree-given shade
Within this horse my trust I confide
and I new friend I have surely made
Though the hills are steep and the trail is rough
This horse has been well-trained
Through the rugged trail, he proves hardy and tough
He knows the way and needs not to be reined
I hear the water of a running creek
I spot a lone deer in the distance
At the sight of this animal, I am unable to speak
While upon a horse she ignores my existence
Closer to nature I start to feel
Trees on either side I can see
Almost like a dream, yet so real
There has never been a happier me
But the trail has ended, I start to cry
I will have a horse of my own! ...But when?
For now, I depart and heave a big sigh
And look forward to the rocky trail again
poem by Glaedr the poet
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Cowgirl
I wanted to be a cowgirl so badly
When I was just a little girl
With a cowgirl suit of red with fringe
I wanted to give that life a whirl
A horse I would ride so well
Side-saddle of course I’d sit
Handsome my black horse was
He would be such a hit
Perhaps a blaze on his forehead
Would set his looks apart
But for now a stick or broom would do
For me it was at least a start!
poem by Marilyn Lott
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