Old Bill

In Memory of Jimmy Dale Still, Barrel horse rider, KIA, Song Be, Viet Nam, 1/1/70 Old Bill, swaybacked, sand burrs in his mane. He stands no longer hopefull by the fence up near the house, but follows the shade around the shed, switching flys. Nearby the dented barrels rust rank and file akimbo, no longer equadistant prey of steed and gladiator. Hay in a self feeder. The last time Jimmy came to break a bale, carrot in his pocket, bridle in hand, they were both young, impetuous, fearless, bullet proof. Bill's walked a trail, deep, along the fence to the old arena. Quiet now; full of weeds. A place for breaking horses.