willie455
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Apr 10, 2011 at 8:32 PM |
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Was sent this from a very good friend of mine in upper NY state, and I just know everyone (even the guys) can probably relate to this in one way or another. Enjoy it and have a good laugh.
Annie :)
The Seven Stages of Aging on Horseback
About once a week I trail ride with my good friend Debbie. We showed horses together for many years, and I’m really enjoying introducing her to the more laid back experience of trail riding. So when she called to cancel this week, I was surprised. Then she explained that she’d taken a tumble off her gelding while riding in the arena, and needed to take it easy for a few days. We were both disappointed, and together we lamented how our bodies just don’t withstand the insult of getting tossed from the saddle anymore.
“Let’s face it,” I told Debbie. “We’re getting older. When we fall off we don’t bounce.”
Indeed. Though we used to consider falling off just another aspect of horsemanship, nowadays we see it as something we’d really like to avoid. It has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with a loss of elasticity that occurs to human bodies on the other side of thirty. Yet because we’re horse crazy women we continue to ride, leading the non-horsey folks around us to think we’re suffering from some kind of dementia. So that you can understand this concept better—or maybe prepare yourself—here’s a little chart that explains it all.
The Seven Stages of Aging on Horseback
Stage I: Fall off pony. Bounce. Laugh. Climb back on. Repeat.
Stage 2: Fall off horse. Run after horse, cussing. Climb back on by shimmying up horse’s neck. Ride until sundown.
Stage 3: Fall off horse. Use sleeve of shirt to stanch bleeding. Have friend help you get back on horse. Take two Advil and apply ice packs when you get home. Ride next day.
State 4: Fall off horse. Refuse advice to call ambulance; drive self to urgent care clinic. Entertain nursing staff with tales of previous daredevil stunts on horseback. Back to riding before cast comes off.
Stage 5: Fall off horse. Temporarily forget name of horse and name of husband. Flirt shamelessly with paramedics when they arrive. Spend week in hospital while titanium pins are screwed in place. Start riding again before doctor gives official okay.
Stage 6: Fall off horse. Fail to see any humor when hunky paramedic says, “You again?” Gain firsthand knowledge of advances in medical technology thanks to stint in ICU. Convince self that permanent limp isn’t that noticeable. Promise husband you’ll give up riding. One week later purchase older, slower, shorter horse.
Stage 7: Slip off horse. Relieved when artificial joints and implanted medical devices seem unaffected. Tell husband that scrapes and bruises are due to gardening accident. Pretend you don’t see husband roll his eyes and mutter as he walks away. Give apple to horse.
Trust me. Despite a lack of bounce-ability, aging on horseback isn’t so bad, as long as you know what lies ahead. And as long as you keep your sense of humor.
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saddleuptx
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Jul 9, 2011 at 8:43 PM |
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Howdy ALL!!
I don't write much but after reading all of this good material, especially Ron's, I felt compelled to add something I recently wrote. Hope you all enjoy it.
Cowboy I’ll Be
When I was a lad just a wee bit high
I said to my maw, a horse I will ride.
“A horse you will ride” she questioned of me
Yes I replied, a cowboy I’ll be.
I tended school and learned my lessons
Dreamin’ of days out mendin’ fences.
Breaking colts and gatherin’ strays
Ridin’ my horse is par for the day.
Doctorin’, brandin’ and workin’ the herd
Learnin’ life’s lessons from the sounds not the words.
The beat of the hooves, the ball of the calves
Calling for momma as loud as they can.
When it’s all done and the camp fires out
The wagon is packed and we start headin’ south.
This is the life that I choose for me
I am a cowboy and a cowboy I’ll be.
T. J. Thompson, 2011©
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grizz
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Jul 11, 2011 at 7:23 PM |
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Don't sweat the petty things and don't pet the sweaty things.
Life really can be simple.
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hollysjubilee
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 8, 2012 at 12:55 PM |
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Recently, I was reminded of how accepted it was in our culture to exhibit faith and share freely with others without fear of being sued or worse . . . There is a reason why America has been seen as a refuge for folks who've been persecuted for their faith in other countries. It seems that Cowboys have often been revered for their rugged, casual, faith in Our Creator . . . and more recently through the growing popularity of "Cowboy Church, a sincere faith in His Son, Jesus.
My hero was Roy Rogers :) I grew up with this:
Rider's Rules By Roy Rogers
1. Be neat and clean.
2. Be courteous and polite.
3. Always obey your parents.
4. Protect the weak and help them.
5. Be brave but never take chances.
6. Study hard and learn all you can.
7. Be kind to animals and take care of them.
8. Eat all your food and never waste any.
9. Love God and go to Sunday school regularly.
10. Always respect our flag and our country.
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Below is a prayer written by Roy.
Lord, I reckon I'm not much just by myself,
I fail to do a lot of things I ought to do.
But Lord, when trails are steep and passes high,
Help me ride it straight the whole way through.
And when in the falling dusk I get that final call,
I do not care how many flowers they send,
Above all else, the happiest trail would be,
For YOU to say to me, "Let's ride, My Friend."
Roy Rogers
Can you imagine a time when a tv personality was accepted and revered and was able to share so freely without being boycotted and slimed as is being done to Kirk Cameron today? It's time for us to "cowgirl/cowboy up" in the arena of Faith. For the most part, we've been brainwashed by the whole PC "thing" and have been sissies in the public arena. God Bless Roy! :)
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wranglersnroses
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 11, 2012 at 2:08 PM |
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They leave behind their babies, their husbands or their wives, without askin' questions, they protect our lives. A Mother cries, a Father kneels and bows his head to pray, askin' God ta please forgive the thoughts he has today...Don't take our child away from us, please Lord not this way, it's all their fault, those over there, reach down and make THEM pay. They'll blow away with all that sand, noone will even care, then we'll have our baby back, like he/she was never even there.
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tombstonejack
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 11, 2012 at 5:11 PM |
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I thought I might put a couple of my poems on here for y'all ....
As Good As It Gets
A hot dusty day comes to an end,
As I sit on the porch with my dear friend.
No words are spoken as we enjoy the quiet,
Away from the ruckus, chaos and riot.
With a cup of coffee and the occasional glance,
We listen to nature's music and watch the shadows dance.
We stare content as the evening sun sets,
Nothing could be better this is as good as it gets.
The day complete another journey ends,
The events now past and into our history it blends.
Tomorrow will come soon enough they say,
Let us simply enjoy the end of this day.
How fortunate are we this unlikely pair,
That have ventured so much our future to share.
So few are blessed to be as lucky as we,
A cowboy and this woman who sits here with me.
As the shadows grow long and darkness falls,
Off in the distance a lonely loon calls.
We remember the past and the troubles we had,
Of promises broken and relationships turned bad.
Two battered hearts weary from the fight,
Sharing this moment, as the sun fades from sight.
A joining of spirits and two became one,
Together forever until our days are done.
Her hand in mine we rise to retire,
As our eyes meet we see the desire.
Slowly I smile and think I'll cover all bets,
Nothing could be better, this is as good as it gets.
TJD
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tombstonejack
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 11, 2012 at 5:13 PM |
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Just My Luck
A stiff wind was blowing, across the barren plain,
The storm wasn't here yet, but you could smell the rain.
A bolt of lightning flashed and some thunder rumbled,
It spooked my horse and he suddenly stumbled.
As we crashed to the ground, me and that damn horse,
He fell on my leg, and broke it of course.
It was just my luck, as I watched him gallop away,
To be in a fix like this, on a day like today.
Now my leg was broke, and I was afoot,
As I was stumbled along, I tripped on a root.
It hurt like hell, when I hit the ground,
But I hardly noticed, cause I heard a sound.
It was just my luck, as I lay there in the grass,
That sound was a rattler, and he bit me in the ass.
You're a goner for sure, I thought thru my pain,
Was along about then, that it started to rain.
Right about now, I wanted to curse,
Thinking my luck, couldn't get any worse.
Wet to the bone, broke leg and snakebit,
I'm beginning ta think, this is deep shit.
From off in the distance, came a rumbling sound,
That's some bad thunder I thought, as it shook the ground.
A big bolt of lightning flashed in the sky,
And that's when I seen, the first steer run by.
Now I know what you thinking and I can hear you laughing,
There just ain't no way, that this much can happen.
Well it's just my luck, my pards were chasing that stampeed,
So they gathered me up, and took care of my needs.
I didn't mention the indians, that wanted my hair,
Or climbing that tree, to get away from the bear.
The rock sized hail that fell from the sky,
Or that big ol' twister, that came right by.
It'd be too tall a tale, for even me to tell,
If I told y'all what all happened, before me and that horse fell.
Yup, ain't it just my luck, I can't tell the whole truth,
And because my horse won't talk about it, I ain't got any proof.
TJD
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tombstonejack
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 11, 2012 at 5:14 PM |
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A Cowboy's Life
The red sun sets on a hot dusty day,
Antelope, elk and deer, are at play.
Plains so vast and mountains so high,
Seem to stretch on forever, under God’s vast sky.
Alone with nature, far from the rush,
As evening settles, he enjoys the hush.
No crowds or cities, no people here are found,
Just the stillness of the moment, and no other sound.
A roof of stars, with a moon so bright,
Some time to reflect, by the campfire’s light.
What has he traded, for the ability to roam,
He thinks of his life, a wife and a home.
No restraints he has, he wanders at will,
Thru countless valleys, and over the next hill.
What a wonderful life, who could ask for more,
A man that owns nothing, yet does not feel poor.
Some men seek fortune, others seek fame,
An empire to carve, or a land to tame.
They measure success, by how much they own,
Never to realize, it’s all only on loan.
We are only here, but for a short time,
Why waste the moments, in search of a dime.
The cowboy knows, the true measure of a man,
Is not measured in dollars, but grit and sand.
He lives his life, by his own set of rules,
People may mock him, but it is they that are fools.
It’s not what you own, but the way that you live,
Not what you take, but the help that you give.
As the sparks from his campfire, slowly drift to the sky,
He doesn’t pray much, but this night he’ll try.
I have nothing but thanks, for the life I’m livin,
I sure appreciate it dear Lord, for all that you've given.
TJD
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tombstonejack
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Re: Miscl Poems, Stories, tidbits, jokes, etc
Posted: Mar 13, 2012 at 8:43 PM |
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The Reality of Life
When first I came to this desolate land,
A home I sought, built by my own hand.
Untouched by man, full of splendor and grace,
Put there by God, as his own special place.
Beavers and bears and herds of buffalo roam,
They all lived here together, it was also their home.
Grass that rolled liked waves in the wind,
Stretched out before me, almost without end.
Strange riders passed, like ghosts in the night,
Astride painted ponies, was a fierce some sight.
My house now complete, the home I had sought,
A place for my roots or so I had thought.
But as the days grew long, months passed without end,
I suddenly discovered I had not one single friend,
What good is a life, that no one shares,
No matter what happens, there’s no one who cares.
A man alone, with an empire he carved,
Yet his heart seeks solace, and is only starved.
Upon these plains, a man could find a home.
Roots could be planted, with no more to roam.
A place sought by all, yet found by few,
Tis this secret that, I’m sharing with you.
Careful what you wish for, consider it well,
What seems sent from heaven, could turn into hell.
Was long ago, when I first saw this place,
And I gave not a thought, to seeing another souls face.
In my haste to achieve, what I had sought,
What I really wanted, was not what I got.
TJD
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txlonghunter
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These Mountains are my home
Posted: Oct 8, 2012 at 9:32 PM |
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These Mountains are My Home
From the black rock country of the Columbia, across the misty mountains along the Spokan,
Up the Dearborn to the Missouri and the Great Falls
These mountains are my home.
I have traveled many miles, years,
lifetimes it seems.
From the Great Falls to the Grand River
These mountains are my home.
Across the Desolate Plains,
Into the Badlands and to The Sheltered Valley
I have traveled, buried companions, buried friends but all along my Spirit Soared
Like the Eagle high above
These Mountains are My Home
Down the windswept Plains
Across the Flint Hills
Along the Brazos
My senses long for the sweet smell of ponderosa, spruce and fir.
My feet ache for the soft ground and sweet beauty of the high mountain meadows
For the Mountains are my Home
The old yellow horse nudges me awake,
His low nicker telling me that it is time to go
Together we saddle up and ride
The mountain horse and I
Each footstep, each day brings us closer
Closer to the Great Shining Mountains
The horse travels on eager
Longing for the sweet mountain clover
For he, like I knows
The Mountains Are my Home
Across the Llano Estacado we ride
For we are beckoned on, We trudge on and on
Across the sand and windswept plains
Off in the distance we see Sangre De Christo
Along with the La Plata mountains
For the Mountains are My Home.
The miles fall behind us like an unwanted burden
Up we climb higher into the sagebrush and juniper covered mesas
For the Mountains are My Home
I hear the call of the Eagle
My Spirit Soars,- floating high on the wind
Up above the Staked Plains
For the Mountains Are my Home
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