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A Bronc Buster's Epiphany

I got hired on by the Lazy R sometime early last Spring.
Lord knows I needed the money it'd bring.
Seemed like a good group and well worth the hopin'.
I had my horse and my tack and was ready for some ropin'.

I met the boss man the next morning at chow.
I wouldn't need horse and saddle just now.
He had a big job for this green new hire,
Usiní diggers and cutters, posts and bob wire.

He was ready to add to his ranchiní empire.
He was gonna cross fence with lots of barbed wire
A ranch that was his neighbor's old spread.
So I was working no cows, building fence instead.

I needed the money as Iíve previously mentioned.
I loaded tools on the truck and drove out well intentioned.
My take from the rodeo had seen better days.
Iíd make this job mine and be a hand who stays.

When I got to the site I was completely dumbstruck.
I remembered the money, unloaded the truck.
There were posts on the ground as farís I could see.
I'd see this thing through, stop paying rodeo fees.

On the very first hole I restated my ambition.
I hit solid rock and was sure it was perdition.
Iíd raised diggers high and come down with great might;
The diggers bounced high and I saw starlight.

In less than a second my whole outlook changedó
To make a living with diggers is surely deranged.
I wasn't as broke as it had previously seemed.
And this wasn't the job I had earlier dreamed.

So I took the truck back and dropped off the keys.
I'll find the money, the rest is a breeze.
I feel a lot better, can even whistle a song.
I know I can do it, I know Iím not wrong...

The whole bronco rideís only eight seconds long.

© 2011, Larry Bradfield, Jane Moore and Michael L. Moore.
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Larry Bradfield comments:

The idea of "A Bronc Buster's Epiphany" came from a memory I had of a summer job in the 1950s. I built barbed wire fence around dangerous areas such as pumps, well heads and tanks, to keep livestock safe and oil well property undamaged. While punching one hole after another, a daydream of a rodeo rider kept coming into my head. The freedom from tedious labor seemed very appealing, though I never did it.

The three of us entered into a collaboration after I sent the first idea to the Moores via email. We fleshed out the idea back and forth by email until it seemed refined enough. We shared the task equally and after we were all happy with the work, Mike gave it its name of "A Bronc Buster's Epiphany."


 About Larry Bradfield, Jane Moore and Michael L. Moore
provided 2011

Larry Bradfield: I was born during the Great Depression in Southeastern New Mexico I grew up in an oil camp located in the center of a large ranch in the oil rich Permian Basin in West Texas. While my family was engaged in recovering the oil from the rich deposits, the culture was decidedly western ranching. I have lived in many places prior to retiring , but my roots are in the sandhills and mesquite of West Texas. I currently live with my beautiful wife, Joyce, in the Blue Ridge Mountains of North Georgia.

Jane Moore has become a Southwesterner after her early years in South Dakota. She took up residence in Denver working for an airline company where she met and married Michael L. Moore. Michael also was from the West Texas area of the Permian Basin which includes Notrees and Odessa. Mike's family was also involved in the oil recovery from the large ranches in the area.. After Mike and Jane were married , they took up residence in Round Rock,Texas, a suburb of Austin.




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