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Ride

Contributed by redwest802 on Saturday, 15th March 2008 @ 02:55:13 PM in AEST
Topic: oops



As the old man walks down the street,
He thinks back and remembers when.
The wild bush horses he did ride,
And the cattlemen way back then.

They where all tough men,
Young and old.
In those angry days gone by.
Fighting hard and drinking hard,
A friend was never denied.

As he travelled out west,
beyond the black stump.
A horseman he would be.
Somehow proving to young and old,
He would be the best they would ever see.

A squatter he came upon
On a station far and wide.
"Son," the fancy Squatter said,
"Just how good can you ride?"

This lad who was prone to exaggerate,
Stood up and started to speak.
"Sir, I have ridden with the best of them,
And never been thrown from my seat."

"I have tangled with the brumby,
The wild bush horse so true.
I have dogged many a steer,
Even ridden a bull or two."

"Now if you ask me if I can ride, dear sir,
Expect me to hold my pride."
"For I'm a spirited young Aussie lad,
Hell, of course I can ride."




Copyright © redwest802 ... [ 2008-03-15 14:55:13]
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Re: Ride (User Rating: 1 )
by emystar on Sunday, 16th March 2008 @ 03:27:23 PM AEST
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Gosh this is a fine tribute to your father. It's a masterpeice as it's history.
huggs,
emy


Re: Ride (User Rating: 1 )
by Spike on Sunday, 16th March 2008 @ 09:11:25 PM AEST
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Looks like we got us a home grown cowboy poet. Yee-ha, you bloody beauty!

Give us a few more about your dad's adventures, please.

Spike




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