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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required This here’s the favorite story that my dad would always tell, ‘Bout July 9, of 1910…in a dusty old corral, Where he and Lefty Griswald, on a scorching summer day, Were bustin’ broncs, and brandin’ calves, for far too little pay. The many times he’d told the tale were sometimes not the same. The day and year would never change, and neither would the name, But though a few small details varied some from time to time, It always started out with Daddy watching Lefty climb Up on to the wildest steed the two had ever seen. It always was a stallion, and - “a thousand pounds of mean.” The horse was named “Tornado,” and no matter how he tried, It looked like this might be a bronc that Lefty could not ride. Now 40 times Dad watched him mount, and 40 times he fell, And Lefty’s pride was a-hurtin’ bad, but not so’s you could tell. Each time Tornado threw him he’d collect his Stetson hat, Beat the dust off of his chaps, and look to where Dad sat, Twitch his head and nod to say, no matter what it takes, I’m gonna ride this mangy bag o’ bones until he breaks! Well, somewheres ‘round the hundredth time young Lefty bit the dust, They both were wonderin’ -- might this be a bronc that would not bust! Then somewheres close to 12 a.m., his pride was on the line, Dug in hard an’ hat on tight…young Lefty gave the sign. But when the chute man swung the gate, Tornado would not budge, So Lefty threw a boot against the pen to give a nudge, But nothing he would do could make that stallion leave the gate. The two of them just sat there, and the three of them would wait. Wait until the stars came out….they’d been at war since noon. ‘Til, ‘round the stroke of midnight…there, beneath a golden moon… Lefty finally slid on down and stroked Tornado’s side, Then pulled his hat and bowed his head to - one he could not ride! Today my dad an’ Lefty are ridin’ range up in the sky… And somehow, now…tornadoes…bring a teardrop to my eye. (1988) PS: I've now got 4 new CDs - @ 4 1/2 hours each = (62 diversely varied poems), listed on EBAY - under - “Mark Stellinga Poetry” - should those of you who travel care to be so entertained. (We use PayPal) Cheers, Mark
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