Horse Of A Kind Poem by LeFay Beechnut

Buckskin yellow, thick black tail,
dark, wise eyes that I know so well.
Quarter horse stock, lines so fine,
power, speed, stop on a dime.
Loyal, tough, brave from the start,
kind and smart, unquestioned heart.


You,
a cowboy's luckiest dream.
You,
tacklin' work and it don't even seem.
Navigator, help me find the trail ain't took.
Long dusty hours, findin' places I'd never look.
You,
a friend when the sun don't shine.
You,
beside me when the world ain't kind.

Early days, colt-hood, rowdy ways, livin' like a horse should.
Never far from your mamma's side, I watched, knowin' you would—
someday be my pardner,
someway be that cowhorse, causin' me to saunter.
Frolickin', rollickin', beyond that whitewashed fence,
too young to know, old enough to show, you had that common sense.



You,
a cowboy's luckiest dream.
You,
tacklin' work and it don't even seem.
Navigator, help me find the trail ain't took.
Long dusty hours, findin' places I'd never look.
You,
a friend when the sun don't shine.
You,
beside me when the world ain't kind.

First time ever with a saddle on your back.
Trussed up leather, you gave me that look that
said, get on with it, I'm sure and steady,
where's my rider, I'm good and ready.

And that first feisty cow you cut from the pack,
runnin', cuttin', there was no holdin' you back.
Doin' it like you'd done it a thousand times before,
chompin' at the bit, lookin' over for some more.


You,
a cowboy's luckiest dream.
You,
tacklin' work and it don't even seem.
Navigator, help me find the trail ain't took.
Long dusty hours, findin' places I'd never look.
You,
a friend when the sun don't shine.
You,
beside me when the world ain't kind.


Trottin' home at the day's end, glad like me to be home again,
drinkin' in those stars, gazin' from real far.
Sneakin' that carrot from my back pocket,
runnin' up when I come close, like a streakin' rocket.
Nibblin' on my hat, never strayin' far,
bobbin' to the tune I strum on my guitar.

Baskin' in your shadow when the heat gets tough,
pullin' up your cinch before I'm swingin' up.
Splashin' through a creek to shake that dust away,
nudgin' at my shoulder, compellin' me to stay.
Pardners from sunup, pardners till sundown,
whichever place I go, you're sure to be around.


You,
a cowboy's luckiest dream.
You,
tacklin' work and it don't even seem.
Navigator, help me find the trail ain't took.
Long dusty hours, findin' places I'd never look.
You,
a friend when the sun don't shine.
You,
beside me when the world ain't kind.