D. HARVEY MEYER
About D. Harvey Meyer
A Chip Off the Old Block
It was always my plan,
When my son 'came a man,
They'd say he's a picture of me.
If he did somethin' well,
Everybody could tell,
Apples don't fall far from the tree.
Well I'd say it's come true,
Because better are few.
He's as good as a man could be.
He's honest and steady,
Always at the ready,
Whenever there's something needs done.
Sweet little old ladies,
Dogs, children, and babies,
They all think of him as the one,
That'll sure help them out,
When there's trouble about,
And do it as if it were fun.
He's handy with a horse,
And I use him, of course,
To fix any problems with mine.
A good trainer for sure,
It appears he can cure,
My horse when he gets out of line.
Well, it's sure nice for me,
To avoid injury,
Because when he gets piled, he's fine.
Now then don't get me wrong,
I could fix him 'fore long,
But the boy, he'll do it right quick.
He can ride through a buck,
At which I'd have no luck,
He sticks to his kak like a tick.
I have seen him do things,
On a rank horse that brings,
To my mind the thought it's a trick.
He can read a horse well,
And it ain't hard to tell,
He really knows what to look for.
The apple of my eye,
He's a regular guy.
He's solid clean down to the core.
And it's quite plain to see,
He takes his skill from me,
'Cause I sure ain't got it no more.
© 2008, D. Harvey Meyer
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D. Harvey Meyer comments, "My inspiration for 'A Chip Off The Old Block' is my son Adam, who has shown a natural talent for communicating with our horses in the short time we have been owners. This natural ability, honed by instruction from a remarkable horseman, Ed Chambers of Roachdale, Indiana, has made him an accomplished horseman himself, which I envy."
About D. Harvey Meyer:
I was born and raised in Indianapolis, Indiana, but weekends and summers spent on Grandma's farm, and vacations to the West, instilled in me a love of rural life and an interest in the cowboy way. After college, my wife and I moved to the country and raised our family, removed from the harried life of the city, and became pretty countryfied ourselves. Probably too late to ever become accomplished riders, we were finally able to become horse owners in middle age along with our grown son, and are now having the times of our lives riding, feeding, mucking stalls, and just being horse people in south central Indiana.
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