IN TEXAS

When I Was A Boy My Greatest Joywas A Trip To The Stables And Corralto Saddle Up That Little Bay Ponythat Felt So Much Like My Pal. He Would Nose Around My Pocketsto See If I Brought Him A Treatthen I Would Comb His Mane And Brush His Tailand Clean The Dirt From His Feet. I Would Mount Up And Put Him In A Gallophis Pleasure He Could Not Hidehe Would Bow His Neck And Prance Like A Steedto Show His Equine Pride. I Felt Like He Was Happy To Carry Mewhile He Ran In The Wind And The Sunhe Would Get A Bucket Of Oats And A Rub Downafter An Hour Of Fun. The Smell Of Horses Still Gives Me A Thrillthat Has Not Changed In Forty Yearsthey Are Truly Gods Most Beautiful Creaturesand They Talk To Me With Their Ears.