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LINDA NADON
Saskatchewan
About Linda Nadon

 

A Quarter of a Century

Our Lacey is home for Easter, her third year of university is almost at an end.
She heads out to visit the horses and spend some time with her old equine friend

A solid little fella, beautiful dark bay with jet black flowing tail and mane
Once a chuckwagon pony barely 14 hands high, but a heck of a ranch horse just the same

We got him when they were both five and they made such a striking pair
The stunning dark bay pony and the tiny girl with the long golden hair

They were always at the back any time we moved the cow herds
Prince and Kippie kept ‘em movin’ while little Lacey enjoyed the butterflies and birds

Many a city-slicker, greenhorn or tiny youngster he would carry with pride
It didn’t matter who was aboard, Little Prince made sure they enjoyed their ride

He was as good as any big ranch horse when it was branding time
Prince loved to drag the calves to the irons, as a rope horse he really did shine

He was also an awesome little gymkhana horse quite different when the horn would blast
Little Prince was a fierce competitor and he was wicked fast

The top of our piano is crowded with trophies that the kids won on the back of this little gem
Poles, barrels, sleepy cowboy, rescue race and team penning Prince always did his best for them

I recall the time Prince and Lacey led the Parade at the Leoville Trailrider’s Rodeo
He pranced and danced side passed and even reared Man they put on quite a show

He’s there in her Graduation pictures, he even shared her Wedding Day
She sat upon his back in her white crushed taffeta ,She wouldn’t have it any other way

Now I watch from a distance and take a mental picture so it will forever last
Arms wrapped around his neck, her golden waves against his jet black mane in sharp contrast

For her, her whole life is before her, no end to possibilities lie ahead
For him, his best days are behind him, the day is coming that we all dread

They stand there quietly together, sharing 20 years of memories untold
The sway-backed old pony and our beautiful young daughter, both a quarter of century old

© 2013, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
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Linda told us, "This poem just kind of 'wrote itself,' as some writers say. Lacey and her husband, Jared, had come home for Easter and she had just turned 25 at the end of February. Lacey's old ranch horse, as the poem states, is also 25 and I got to thinking about how horses should live to be much older. Prince is a very special horse and this poem is truly a depiction of how wonderful and versatile he really is. I thank God that we have been blessed with this wonderful little horse and all that he has brought to our family and our lives."


The 6 a.m. Check

When I checked the cows one mornin’,
this is what I found
Old 75 was bloated sky high,
all four feet was off the ground

She looked like she’d taken her last breath
But when I ran up to her head,
She blinked her eyes and struggled
I reckon she wasn’t quite dead

Of course I didn’t have my two-way radio
Or even my cellular phone
I knew if I was gonna save her
I’d have to do it on my own

I raced back to the yard, jumped in the feed truck
I drove right thru’ the gate
I knew Old 75’s seconds were numbered
There was no time to wait

I grabbed the lariat, fumbled with the hondo
Gave up and tied a knot
I tried to roll her up but she was a-chokin’
So, I cut off the brand new rope that "my Larry" just bought

Then I spied the 100 pound logging chain
Lying on the floor of the truck
I wrapped one end ‘round her neck t’other round the ball hitch
And I finally got her up

By then everything was a-hangin’ out*
This was no surprise
But she was a-standin’ and a-staggerin’,
at least she was alive!

I returned from my check and told my gory story to Larry
We discussed our options, or lack there of,
Decided we best call the Vet., Harry

I talked to his wife, Rose, and she assured me
that he was on his way
And I headed off to my job in town,
What a way to start the day!

© 2013, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
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*Old 75 had pushed out her Uterus (prolapsed). This is common when a cow bloats.
 

Linda told us, "This poem is basically the way it happened.  Well, maybe the lariat wasn't brand new and maybe the logging chain didn't weigh quite 100 pounds but dang near.  Harry Bacon, the vet., came out and pushed everything back in where it belonged, sewed her up and ol' 75 went on to have a few more calves after that. "


 

Christmas Diamonds for a Cowgal

sIt was the winter of 2003
the price of beef was way down
To supplement our cash flow,
I worked at an office in town

It was Christmas
and I was as happy as a cowgal could be
‘Cause on Christmas mornin’, I found
a pair of Diamonds under the tree

They were something I had always wanted
My darlin’ Larry had spared no expense
I ranted and raved about them at the office
‘til my coworkers could barely stand the suspense

It became a bit of a game,
as everyone tried to guess
Was it earrings, maybe a necklace or a bracelet
But I would not confess

I hosted the office Christmas party that year
We all had so much fun
I didn’t bring out my “surprise” diamonds
‘til all the festivities were done

Finally, I placed my Diamonds on the table,
trying hard to conceal my grin
I lifted the top of the box to reveal
the “Diamond” Hoof Nippers within!

© 2014, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
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Makin' Fence

Today we’re goin’ fencin', It ain’t the job I like the most
I’ll be drivin’ the tractor and Larry’ll be poundin’ the posts

“Just drive beside the wire,” he says, but I’m always too close or too far
As if them cows could really care less just where them fence posts are

If I was the one pounding the posts, it wouldn’t matter to me
If I was off a tad here or there, as long as I was in the right vicinity

I’d whap them suckers in the ground, and nail the wire to it.
Ya think If the post is six inches too far north, the cows will go right through it?

If he goes to pound a post, and a rock is in the way,
I swear it’s a National disaster, like it ruins his whole dang day

He’s too particular, but when he’s done, the fence posts are all just so
It surely does look nice, all right, when they’re in a perfect row

And the posts are exactly five paces apart, precise right to the letter
I really doubt that anyone else could make a fence look any better

I reckon it’s a good thing he’s so fussy, cause if you left it up to me
I’d probably say "to heck with the posts," I'd nail the wire to a tree.

© 2014, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
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Linda comments: I wrote this poem some years ago when my husband, Larry, and I were fencing by the creek. There were a lot of rocks to deal with and I figured he was being way too fussy. I think it is a humorous and somewhat accurate depiction of the difference in how the two members of "the ranch team" look at doing much of the work on the ranch.


 

 

Replacin' Ben

We lost ‘ol Ben on a cold winter’s night
quite some years ago
Figured he died of a heart attack
‘cause there was no sign of struggle in the snow

It all but broke my Larry’s heart,
He really did love that horse
I knew that findin’ him another mount
would be up to me, of course

Ben was only 18 but he’d been Larry’s saddle horse
for nigh onto 13 years
And not bein’ able to replace him
was one of my greatest fears

He was only 14.1 but he was solid,
and he was awesome in the ropin’ pen
And we never worried about the kids
when they were ridin’ Ben

When it came to our youngest, Landon,
we could trust Ben in any circumstance
But with Larry it was a different story,
‘cause he’d buck if he got the chance.

Especially on them frosty fall roundups,
We’d kinda hang back to watch the show
We’d all wait ‘til Larry was mounted,
You never knew when Ben was gonna blow

Ben wasn’t really dirty,
and Larry never seemed to mind
‘Cause as long as he paid attention,
Ben would never step out of line

I rarely rode Ben, he was rough-gaited and hard-mouthed,
but Man that horse could track
Put him on a cow and he’d never come off,
he’d chase her to Hell and back

He’d set you up perfect, every time,
right in that real sweet spot
Then his ears would go back as if to say
“Are you gonna throw that rope or not?”

Ben was a no nonsense kind of horse.
You could count on him to get the job done
The crew still misses the rodeos
and the cold mornings ain’t quite as much fun

Larry’s new mount, Choco, is a smooth movin’ geldin’
and he’s really light in the mouth too
I’m thinkin’ maybe Larry doesn’t really miss Ben
quite as much as the rest of us do

© 2015, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
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Linda comments: I wrote this poem as a tribute to one of our good ranch horses, Ben. He was one of those all-around horses that you could use to work cattle and then put your 5-yr old on and never worry. He worked well for youngsters. He was a real character and He always kept my husband, Larry, on his toes. I find there is solace and definitely closure when you write a poem about a good pard who has crossed the "rainbow bridge."






 

 

Ode to Ol' 139

When I made the dusk patrol last night,
this is what I found
Ol’ 139 had just laid her 12th calf
upon the ground

She was born in 2001
had her first calf in 2003
And every calf she’s blessed us with
Was delivered trouble free

This one’s a sturdy little girlie,
she must weigh at least 110
And I have no doubt this time next year
she’ll be in the replacement pen

Her mom’s a big ‘ol bossy, she
shows a lot of Simmental
She’ll raise one of our top calves
and come in fat and slick this fall

I reckon her daddy’s a Gelbvieh
She’s big boned and golden red
If it’s hi-brid vigour you’re lookin’ for
This little one is very well bred

The advice now-a-days is to keep your heifers
off of the younger stock
They have “superior genetics” they say
To me that’s just a crock

We prefer to build our herd from cows
that have proven their worth over time
Calvin’ time would be so much easier
If we had a whole herd like ol’ 139

© 2015, Linda Nadon, All Rights Reserved
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's  permission.

 

Linda told us it is a poem, "... about the oldest cow in our herd." She shared a photo:

 

 


 

   About Linda Nadon
                                                              
provided 2013

Linda and her husband, Larry, own and operate the N7 Ranch, a commercial cow-calf operation located near Meadow Lake. Larry and Linda's two children, Lacey and Landon both attend the University of Saskatchewan in Saskatoon. Landon rides bareback broncs with the U of S College Rodeo Team.

Linda’s poems are the “real deal.” She writes about her experiences on the ranch, often adding a humorous twist and perhaps a bit of embellishment.

Linda is a veterinary tech and has a deep love for animals and for Nature. She is passionate about horses and much of the ranch work is done on horseback. Linda is dang proud of their string of ranch horses and has always made sure the family was well-mounted.

Linda comes from a family of very talented musicians and she has been singing and playing guitar since she was very young. Linda and the kids have performed at many functions and after including her cowboy poetry in their performances, she was surprised at how popular her poetry became. Linda performed at the Maple Creek Cowboy Poetry Gathering in 2012 and she and her daughter, Lacey, both performed in Maple Creek in 2013.

 

 

 

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