Making a Cowhorse|
Now my wife has often cussed on me,
For riding out alone,
But a colt don’t really learn a lot,
‘til they’re out here on they’re own.
We cross creeks, bogs and logs,
Rocks and shadows everywhere,
And in that nervous filly’s mind,
Each one conceals a bear!
Two hours out, she’s settled down,
Taking things in stride,
When we finally encounters,
The reason for our ride.
She plants her feet, snorts and blows!
And it occurs to me somehow,
That my new rookie Cowhorse,
Aint never seen a cow!
....To be continued
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