1914 - August 8, 2003
A tall man on a bay horse,
That's the picture in my head,
"Best all around horseman I ever met" ,
was what my father said.
From the Gang Ranch to Spruce Meadows,
To the green pastures at Noble Creek,
When true horsemen come together,
It's of men like Bob they speak.
From riding rough string in the thirties,
to show ring of today,
In a lifetime spent a horseback
He explored a better way.
These days it's all big money boys,
Every trainer's holding clinics ,
They've got video tapes and how to books
Marketing plans and gimmicks.
And they'll teach all their secrets
for five hundred bucks a lesson.
But I grew up watching horsemen,
Like Lalonde, McDonnell and Jesson