The Old Time Ones

Our window into the past, our remembrance of the old time ones and the vaquero way.

Their bridle bits, their Nevada cheek spades.

Where have they all gone?

I know they are here, I have seen them on the hilltops.

I have seen their horses dancing, their manes in witch knots.

I have seen them smiling beneath a mustache and palm leaf.

So where are they now?

Why can't I see them?

Where do their horses graze?

Where has their bridles and romals been laid?

Where do their saddles set?

The stars whisper a hint of them.

Of where they lay in the deep of night; though none can ever tell.

Forever a wanderer, never let to stay.

The range is their only home, their only way of staying sane.

The solace they find is their greatest dream.

For they are always setting a horse, always with an unbroken soul.

Their hearts are gone to a long lost love and her whispering is the prairie's lull.

They mumble 'good morning' through grains of chew and coffee grinds.

Uttering to the ponies they call theirs for the time.

They laugh and cough and then simply ride away.

~ Gussie

I'm Proud of my Calluses, Cuts, Burns, Bruises and Scars. . .

I'm proud of my calluses,
rope burns and cuts.
I'm proud of my scars
that scream their name from my skin.
I'm proud of my life.
Of my horses.
I'm proud of my loops thrown,
my wild dreams and wild stories
and all that enthralls this life I ride.
Sometimes it seems as though I'm comin loose
or blown a stirrup.
Others I feel like I'm fanning him as he jumps over the moon.
But I am never willing to be told who or what to be.
To be mishapen by the opinions of others
and told what profession they believe a girl should follow.
There is perfection in the me that I am
and I was given talents and abilities by the dear Lord.
I was set upon this earth to be what I am
and to grow like the promising colt run off the mountain this morning.
So as my beaten fingers grip the poly strand and horsehair
that is my livelihood,
I am proud of being a cowboygirl.
I am proud of the life I have rode.
And I just hope to be gazed up to by the little girls
whose hearts run on the backs of horses
much as mine did when I was short and hard-headed.
I just hope that I am the best example of a cowboygirl,
and that I carry the name
with the pride and grace that which it was delivered
by hand from the bronc stomptresses of the past.
Mommas, let your little girls grow up to be cowboygirls.

This is the result of a bad cough, a late night and colorful pens! Hope you enjoyed :)
Loves!

~Gussie Lou

I'll see you in my heart...on my hands and in the mane of horses.....

I quit trying to wipe the mascara runs from my eyes.
I quit trying to pretend that I don't cry.
I quit trying not to sniff my nose when I think about her.
Cause I just miss her.
I know she loves being a horseback and my heart smiles to see her face and her hands holding mecates and ropes.
But my lonesome heart misses her.
Every time I throw my saddle on one I can't help but feel like she should be there, that she should be throwin her saddle over a horse tied just right there
Every time I put a ropin glove on, I will remember her rope burned hands and every time I run my fingers over the grooves of my saddle horn I'll remember her and all the horn wraps she's worn.
When that song comes on the radio.
When I want to say something I shouldn't.
When I need a mentor, she won't be right there.
She followed her dreams and I'm followin mine.
I'll see you.
I'll see you in my heart, on my hands, in the mane of my horse, in the reflection of my mirror.
Because someone once said "Are you girls twins?"

Missing my sissy!!!!



Have a great day all!!! <3


~Gussie Lou

When The Cold Rolls Around Again

Summertime breathes the issue of neglecting our blog, our facebook pages and well most other things.
But! When winter rolls around, you can bet we'll be right back here with the story we're living right now to tell you!
This summer has consisted of a lot of giggling girls in old trucks, many rope burns, calluses, excessive smiling, lipstick, skipping beats of hearts and laughter but most of all, horses.
There's no such thing as too much fun, music too loud or horses too fast!
<3 Summer is still here even though school is as well, so enjoy every second of the heat we've all been cussing ;)
Can't wait to hear about it when the cold rolls around again :)

Luvs, Keetch Girls

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!

Boots and Spurs

Boots and spurs tapping to "Run Boys Run" 

Horses whispering to me and a breeze whipping through my windows.

Shades and a flat hat, a smile and lipstick.

Manes and braids flowing with the wind,

Flying away for the king of broken hearts to mend.

Highway and dust and the mountains smiling in their spring.

The wind that calls my name and the horses that dance in the wind's making dust,

They all run.

Running forever in my heart.

Where they will reign and keep calling me out to the desert.

Freedom's song sings to me, 

And there is no freedom like that of a horse.

Sweat band wet from the day before,

My body stiff and worn.

A pounding in my bones and blood rushing through my veins.

Meadows like old memories,

Horses like love at first sight.

God's hand in a cowboy's life.

My braid unravels in this wind like the roads that sprawl this map.

Boots and spurs tapping to "Run Boys Run" 

Gussie