The Old Man

Ok, so I apologize for how long it's been since my last post!  Our internet has been down for almost a week, but we got it back today!  Here's a little story I wrote the other night for my papa and I thought I would share it with all of you. I'm not a poet, and this is just a story, not a poem, so don't judge as though it were. I hope you like it!

The Old Man

As the sun comes up a man and his horse are trotting out
Cold, clean air, dog padding silently along behind
Hes as familiar with these mountains as he is the cracks in his hands
He was here, his family was here, before the roads criss-crossed the land
The pale horse hadn't been raised there, but he was as sure as the man
It was just the 3 of them, raising little dust in their search
He knew they were near, the horse and dog smelled them, the man could hear them
Their pace quickened
Finally the brush rustled, patches of black could be seen
The dog slipped quietly into the brush
The horse pulled against the bit
The man waited
There was barking and bawling and the hillside came to life, bells clanking
The man checked the pale horse and slowly began moving the cows home
He knew his situation was special
Knew his was a luxury most never know
They'd all be hoof sore by the time they covered the 15 miles home
There are no corrals, holding pens or trailers
Just a lot of wild country in between
He doesn't know where or when they'll meet
Somewhere theres his uncle and daughter doing the same thing
The mans seasoned, his horse fit, the stocky red dog tough
Together they work, waiting for home
Like every year before...

XO Loves,


Me