Ron Secoy Poems
- Just A Horse A friend died recently Our hearts filled with ...
- Cowboy Psalms I don’t know in history who spoke the first ...
- Heaven On The Trail Maybe heaven or the Chisholm Trail? My ...
- Memorial Day Where we going grandpa? The boy asked the old ...
- Sunday On The Trail Gentle breeze scurrying across the ...
Ron Secoy, cowboy poet and cowboy at heart, lives at Central High, Oklahoma not far from Duncan and the famed Chisholm Trail. Not a cowboy by upbringing or by trade, his interest in the cowboy and cowboy poetry is in his words, “God given and a part of the big round up.”
He has written something, from short stories to newspaper articles and personal journaling, most of his life. His first... more »
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Just A Horse
A friend died recently
Our hearts filled with remorse
Some may not understand
They’ll say, “He was just a horse”
Broke his heart to sell Apache
But when Dad died he was forced
Three hundred and fifty dollars
“If you want just a horse”
For my daughter, a new chapter
In her growing up course
Her heart and eyes burned bright
Yet, “he was just a horse”
In the arena, through the poles
Riding natures own source
Mounted on her lithe steed
“Yes, he was just a horse”
A queen in the parade
With a crown and sash, of course