I went out and caught and hooked up Ron and Ren and drove them afoot quite awhile and then hooked them to the chariot and drove them a lot on the big corral. Ol’ Ren done great for a silly filly! I then messed with Rill in the round pen. While working these horses today, and noting the date, I got to thinking of all the great horses and animals who gave their lives in the service of this great nation and through out history, for the betterment (?) of mankind. Made me think of Joel Nelsons great poem that Wylie Gustafson set to music and that Ken Cook always insists I sing, and I gladly oblige him, as I think it is one of the greatest most powerful, best said, essays on the horse. Here it is. If you should ever use this or any poem for that matter, please remember the Authors name. Maybe then that author, ol’ Anonymous won’t get the credit for so many!
I’ve made knights of lowly tribesmen and kings from ranks of peons
And given pride and arrogance to riding men for eons.
I’m impressive—I am grand—I am the horse.
I have suffered gross indignities from users and from winners,
And I’ve felt the hand of kindness from the losers and the sinners.
I have given for the cruel hand and given for the kind.
Heaved a sigh at Appomattox when surrender had been signed.
I have traveled under conqueror and underneath the beaten.
I have never chosen sides—I am the horse.
© 2002, Joel Nelson