A horse much better than the rest, Ol’ Blue,
Although you’d have to look for it, it’s true,
Cantankerous as a horse could be,
Would often hide out in the trees,
And even take a nip at me,
Ol’ Blue.
She had no mane or tail to speak of, Yikes!
Nothing to grab if tragedy should strike,
It made her trash for swatting flies,
Nothing to comb or braid with ties,
But grooming was an easy prize,
I liked!
A saddle she would not accept, the pill,
And so I rode her bareback o’er the hills,
No saddle horn to dally to,
So when we’d chase the calves so new,
I had to get creative, whew!
What thrills!
The hours I spent up on her back, to ride,
And o’er the waving prairie grass, we’d glide,
Even to the wind and rain resigned,
We’d do the work that Dad assigned,
Our corner of the ranch aligned,
With pride.
I’m sad she’s long gone from my life, Ol’ Blue,
She was a scamp, but a good companion, true,
She was my blue-haired friend for life,
Her leaving cut me like a knife,
I’ll see her in the afterlife,
My Blue.
Cause Mondays do get knocked a lot,
With poetry, we all besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts...
Perhaps a grin?
So all of us, together, we,
Have crafted poems for you to see.
And now you’ve read what we have wrought,
Did we help?
Or did we not?
