Range Horse

Range Horse

He believes in the Kinghood of a young boy and his legs hold the key to all travel.

He's a guardian angel and the occasional test run bronc.

He's a little cowboy's dream horse.

A range pony deluxe.

He stands with his ears set forward as the youngster flails aboard his back.

His mane is sparse and his gait is none of a western pleasure horse.

He's handled bulls, cows and calves and seen most ev'rything a horse can see.

To horse this boy is King.

To the boy, he rides a dream.

He was built to cover country, the boy was built to set upon his back.

There is no bluffing the pair.

Nor is there an interchangeable match. 

For God made horse for child and child for horse.

And The Lord bestowed trust in each of each other.

He's just an old range horse.

To him this boy is King.

xoxo Gussie Lou

When God Made The Cowboy

When God Made The Cowboy

I think that when the Lord made the cowboy He knew that He must give him a guardian angel. 

Thus the horse, God's most precious gift to the true cowboy.

He made the horse with watchful eyes, keen ears and instincts guided by God Himself.

He gave him sound hooves and unbelievable athletic ability.

He left the horse somewhat of a mystery to man.

Something with divinity and power. 

The Lord put a pure heart in his chest and mane flowing from his neck.

He whispered in each horse's ear, He told each one their duty to uphold.

One horse shall be a lesson the man, another an example of true love.

And I imagine the Lord said to them "Ride hard kids. Ride hard." 

And bid the buckin ponies good day, the ranch ponies and every horse a child would touch and blew a kiss to them as they loped into the life of an unexpectant cowboy. 

Off to a rodeo tonight and I hope ya'll are havin a wonderful day!!!

Hugs, 

           Gussie Lou!