Welcome to Fern Valley
Here in central Alberta prime farm country,my husband Martin and I work together raising beef cattle and Appaloosa horses. Fern valley appaloosas have long been known for their quality of temperament conformation and color.I have recently rediscovered a love of writing and have published 2 collections of poetry. "Telling Tails" and Tails Trails and Campfire stories" . I look forward to a future spreading my wings as an author and as a horse woman .
Tuesday, 9 August 2011
The Shortcut Appy
Let me tell you a story from some time ago
from the days when away I would go
Out to the "hills" with my good horse and ride
inspired by the beautiful Mountain side .
I rode with good folks, family and such
to make them all laugh ,just didn't take much
We rode in the rain, the weather was crappy
and I rode along on
"The Short cut Appy"
Not really her name, but a title she earned
a wonderful horse ,with power to burn
We rode along a ridge one day as a bunch
and then it happened , just before lunch
The group got ahead at the top of a climb
Catana, and I ,had fallen behind
I looked up to see riders above me
and away we did go! Oh heaven does love me
In 5 mighty leaps she went up the side
Grabbing leather and mane I went for a ride !
She made it alright and took me with her
but I do have to say , I wasn't all sure
She made that steep climb,
and she made it snappy
from then she was known as
"the Short Cut Appy"
Back at the camp the story was told
and jokes were many as the evening got old
No one was worried 'bout a fall or a bruise
But I heard them all yell
" Don't drop the booze!"
Stay safe everyone!
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7 comments:
Awesome poem !
What a tale! I can only imagine that feel... and I would have protected the booze too. :)
A gorgeous piece of writing and I had a good catch up on you previous posts. You road trip to the hardware stores sounded great. Thye are my kind of shops too. I'm off to one in the morning to get a new wheelbarrow. Did you get your hay all baled after the rain?.....hope so!. I love the photos of the foals. They look beautiful....oh and the grass!!!!!. I'm envious. I have none at the moment ....its all looking a bit brown in the paddocks
Awesome!
Sounds a lot like Cowboy Poetry, which is wonderful recited 'round a campfire after riding out all day long.
Thanks for sharing your story.
~Lisa
I know the feeling! I had an Arab gelding that never liked to wait while others went down a hill or up the other side. Rotten SOB went over a huge boulder once. All I could do was hang on. Wish I had booze for that one!
Wonderful poem as always Fern. Bet it came easy thinking about your beloved mare.
I like that poem! Sure tells the story perfectly!
Love it!! *big grin*
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