Heres my poem that was published in the July/August 2014 edition of Colorado Life magazine: Ernie Snare By Susie Knight 01/06/11 I’ll have to wake up early; tomorrow is the day. His ranch is south of Florissant, and that’s two hours away. But, I’ll get to ride his gray horse. He’s the best one anywhere. Yep, tomorrow is the day that I’ll ride for Ernie Snare. I met him several years ago when I was passin’ through, there at the Grange on Thursdays where the local folks all knew that the pot luck always satisfied, and the music’s mighty fair. And dancin’ with Miss Carolyn was the rancher, Ernie Snare. He wore a strip-ed western shirt, Levi’s blue and slim. His boots were classic western-style; no square toes for him! And on his head, he wore a hat that covered silver hair; shorter-brimmed, uniquely creased by the hands of Ernie Snare. I introduced myself to him and told him I could ride in case he needed day help on his ranch, and he replied, “Well, listen, my friend, Carolyn’s a city gal, y’know. But she’s taken quite a likin’ to my ranch and wants to go along with me on cattle drives, and she’s so new at this. I’ve no time to teach her, so could you assist her, Miss?” He didn’t have to ask me twice! I shook his leathered hand. And so those riding lessons for Miss Carolyn began. Petite and kinda delicate, I took it slow to start. But this Golden Gal was love-struck, and she had a mighty heart! I showed her how to cue her horse, to turn her on a dime, and to stand up in the stirrups during long-trots time to time. Day by day, she rode despite her tender derriere, and grinnin’ behind his gooseneck was that rascal, Ernie Snare! He nodded his approval, so we opened up the gate, and she rode around his yard until the clock chimed half past eight! She defied all the critics; loved his chestnut mare. She couldn’t wait to ride beside her cowboy, Ernie Snare. And I was mighty privileged to join ‘em as they’d ride to move his herd of mother cows and calves ‘long mountain side. It pleased my soul in knowin’ that I helped her ride that mare so she could saddle up and lope along with Ernie Snare. But the autumn wind was blowin’, and it urged me on to go into the arms of a western man who’d love me too, and so… I followed him to Evergreen and live a simple life in a cabin in a canyon where I’m his lovin’ wife. Now every day at sunset, when I’m in my rocking chair, I tell myself, “Tomorrow, I’ll ride for Ernie Snare!”
Posted on: Wed, 10 Sep 2014 22:06:17 +0000
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