This poem was written by one of our members! Twas the night before finals when all thru the house Not a contestant was stirring, not even a mouse The leg wraps were hung in the tack rooms with care In hopes for a buckle they could all share. The horses were nestled and snug in their beds While visions of carrots danced in their heads “Ace” in his cooler and Mike in his Cap had just settled down to make our lives crap. When out in the arena there arose such a clatter Mike sprang from his desk to see what’s the matter Away to the door he flew like a Green Horse Tore thru the curtain and looked at the course. The committee had arrived, still practically night Ready to put finishing touches to objects just right Then what to their wondering eye should appear? Judges and scribes and a some great volunteers. With Glen as our speaker, reading our text We would know in a moment if we were up next. Michelle to our “Rescue”, always there to help with our game Ross with his whistle would shout and call us by name. Now Green horse, now Young gun, now Novice and Pro On Intermediate, Ride Smart and of course Non-pro To the top of a tire, to rolling a ball Free ride, free ride, free ride all. At the start of the course you better be flying Because if you’re not, well you’re just not trying. Onto the carousel, try not to goof Over the spindles, with each tiny hoof. Back thru an L, you’re in a zone Now drag the sleigh to the cone Spear the hoops, stab the bale You’re halfway home you better sale. Over the tarp and thru the curtain Which number is next you better be certain The patterns in order, you can’t go back Off to the next and pick up the slack. Now onto some Cowboys and go round and round Whatever you do don’t let that rope hit the ground. Onto a bridge and thru a gate What will be next you just can’t wait. At the teepee you’re horse is tied…… Then why oh why has he left your side? Thru the water and ring a bell All that’s left is to run like hell. Pete and the judges speak not a word but go straight to work And fill out the score sheets with the help of their clerk. The divisions are done, the last run is complete All of this done while they stood on their feet. Bridles and saddles are all put away The horses are brushed and all eating hay With helping each other, new friendships arise That in it-self is the very best prize. As we look back over this day It wouldn’t have happened if not for the committee of ECA I had to exclaim as everyone drove out of sight What a great year, and to all, a good night.
Posted on: Tue, 30 Sep 2014 03:38:24 +0000
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