Big Red Horse
Big Red
A big red mare she seemed to me of a pretty chestnut hue,
so placid friendly without vice she took me in it's true.
Old John Green said when he gave her up,
"If you can ride her she's for you."
So Mark and I, we saddled her up.
He held her halter too , I climbed aboard she tensed a bit,
and sprung into the blue. While in the air she twisted it,
and tried to cast me through.
As her four feet touched she reared straight back,
came over on me too. I caught the saddle with my knees
and threw her off too true Mark held her still by halter shank as aboard
I stepped again. She bucked and lurched but couldn't throw so she went to
ground her game.
So I mounted up for one last ride and she bucked and twisted too.
She ducked her head did a forward roll so I stepped from the saddle blue.
And brother Mark he said, "no more, she might kill you if you do."
So I said to John "I'd ride her sure If she'd stay up long enough too."
So we sold her off to a breeder then, when John he asked me to.
I told them not to ride her friend, the least that I could do.
In 1987 I rode this lovely mare...or tried to..
john freeman
Contest Name Give Me Your Best Shot!!!!!!
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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