I know this place is not a talent show, but crosses poem made me dig up one from a few years ago. I had just pulled an old rope horse out of retirement for my youngest daughter to start her roping career on. I had to go from memory. This is the first one I ever wrote down.
He looked at the tack with an inquisitive eye
Kinda stood back today, must have been shy
Two long years he'd been kicked out on grass
After today there'd be no more free pass
The pad, the bit, they'd lost their familiar smell
Would he remember the routine, only time would tell
Front gert, then back all screwed down tight
Took that old chain bit like he'd done all his life
Left foot in the stirrup, leg up an over, then hunt for the right
Never a step, he wasn't even tight
Retirement is over, there is a new job to do
A little red headed girl has plans for you
The buckles he's won are now tarnished and green
Chasing a rookie title should make him lean
He looked at the tack with an inquisitive eye
Kinda stood back today, must have been shy
Two long years he'd been kicked out on grass
After today there'd be no more free pass
The pad, the bit, they'd lost their familiar smell
Would he remember the routine, only time would tell
Front gert, then back all screwed down tight
Took that old chain bit like he'd done all his life
Left foot in the stirrup, leg up an over, then hunt for the right
Never a step, he wasn't even tight
Retirement is over, there is a new job to do
A little red headed girl has plans for you
The buckles he's won are now tarnished and green
Chasing a rookie title should make him lean
