Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Poetry


Steve pulled up with 8 Steers in the trailer.
The day had started out sunny,
but by 2:00 it was cloudy and the temperature dropping.
After Mass the McGuane's had eaten at Volta.
Seth had the Gyro and Isabelle liked the Gyro salad.
Jesse had a hamburger with sweet potato fries,
Anne had a salad.
Steve waved to Jesse who was on the tractor raking the dirt in the arena.
Seth was saddling the horses.
'Hey Seth, how's football treatin' ya?"
Steve walked up and shook his hand.
"It's rough! They don't have much mercy on freshman.
But I'm hanging with it. It's a lot faster than I imagined, 
but you told me it would be.
It ain't high school that's for sure."
Seth was a starting linebacker at Lafayette High School for 3 years.
He was in the top 5 recruits for Mississippi.
Jesse walked in the barn and shook hands with Steve.
"I got it pretty even and soft, if it don't rain we ought be fine."
Steve backed the trailer up to the catch pen next to the arena.
He opened the trailer and the steers ambled off.
Seth was sitting atop Cisco working his rope.
Jesse climbed up on Texas.
Steve worked the chute and within a few minutes they were roping.
After the eight steer had been roped Jesse stepped off and Steve got on.
Jesse worked the chute and marveled at how fast Steve was with the head shot.
Steve was one of the best headers he had ever seen.
"How come you never took it more serious Steve? 
Heck, you could have been in the money just about anywhere you wanted to go."
Steve just smiled and said he would rather spend his time working the horse than traveling all over the country.
He had trained and sold many roping horses over the years.
They often went for top dollar. He was highly sought for his ability with training a roping horse.
Jesse lifted the gate and within a couple of seconds Steve had the steer caught,
He dallied and pulled the head around in perfect rhythm for Seth to throw his rope and catch the back feet.
It was a thing of beauty.. sheer poetry.

wkm
The Horses
Nashville

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