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Langley, British Columbia
Lyn Melnechenko




Cowboy's Best Friend

That damned ole saddle horse of mine
Is ornery as sin.
At frosty dawn he won't be caught
Until I rope him in.
Then he snorts ands blows a lot
And dances like a fool,
Until I try to lead him
Then he's balky as a mule.
Tacking up can be a chore
When he puffs out his girth.
I've got to kick him in the gut
And tug for all I'm worth.
He clamps his teeth when he sees the bit
And holds his head real tall.
I almost need a ladder
To bridle him at all.
Now he's tacked and ready to ride
And I attempt to mount.
He waits til I get one foot up
And then he spins around.
When we're finally on the trail
He's constantly aware
Of imaginary "spooky" things
That may be hiding there.
There's monsters in the mud holes
And bears in all the bush
And whe i ask him to cross the creek
I usually have to push.
He travels faster heading home
Than when he's heading out.
Forget about "horse whispering"
I usually have to shout.
He has a sense of humour.
I'm sure I've heard him laugh
When he decides to crow=hop
And I go flying off.
He hates to step in mud holes
Although I make him do it,
So he deliberately splashes me
As he goes prancing through it.
But when I need a working horse
For cutting cows and more
He's the hardest working horse around,
He's like a four-by four.
So, though he's real cantankerous
We're kinda pals you see.
If he could talk, he'd probably say
The very same about me!

2002, Lyn Melnechenko
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.


Lyn adds: This poem was written about my quarter horse stallion "Chaser" who worked very hard for me for 25 years, but had a real attitude. Fortunately I also had quite an attitude so we were a good match. He helped me out of many bad situations over the years and we trusted each other 100%.


Friends Are Where You Find Them

It's lonely out here with nothing but deer
And maybe a coyote or two,
But checking the drift fence and fixing the holes
Is something you just gotta do.

Of course there's my horse. He's my constant pal.
And sometimes there's my hound.
But he got the scent of a cat or a bear
And can't seem to stick around.

Up sits a groundhog that chirps his hello.
Another one answers his call.
The brilliant sun shines on the bluebirds' wings
As they fly to their nests in the wall.

Chipmunks skitter along the fence
Packing wild sunflower seeds.
I stop for a moment to watch a bear
In the distance, as he feeds.

Well here comes my dog, with his tongue hanging out,
And burrs clinging tight to his hide.
He detours a minute to chase hares down a hole
Before he returns to my side.

Looking around, in the air, on the ground
I'm surrounded by friends big and small.
Although there's no other human in sight
I find I'm not alone after all.

2002, Lyn Melnechenko
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Lyn adds: I wrote this one spring day while I was checking the drift fence on the Baker Ranch up by Loon Lake, B.C.


Winning the Lottery

Dusti and I were talking one day
As we were driving in the truck
About what we thought that we might do
If we ran into some luck.

The Million Dollar Lottery!
What luxuries that would bring.
Why the possibilities were endless.
We could buy most anything!

Why we could buy new overalls,
Or maybe a new hat.
And we could have our boots resoled
Cuz they had blown a flat.

We wouldn't waste a cent of it
On fancy clothes or hair,
But we would buy new harness
And a handsome Clydesdale pair.

And a brand new truck, just think of that!
Now wouldn't that be fine,
Not like the old held together
With baling wire and twine.

And we'd put new hinges on the barn
So it was easier to close.
And probably replace
The leaky duct-taped hose.

And we'd get a real gasket for the pump
Instead of a rubber tire.
And "part-time" help on Sunday
Would make us "semi-retired."

And the Livestock! Oh, the Livestock!
Why the imagination flares!
A stallion pedigreed to death
With his band of top grade mares.

And we wouldn't worry 'bout the feed,
Cuz if the year was dry
And we couldn't get our own crops in
Why the alfalfa we'd just buy.

And we'd replace the broken rails on the fence
That we'd just patched before.
And maybe even paint it white
So it don't look so poor.

We'd put up a new clothes line
so the clothes don't hit the ground.
And repair the roof on the dog house
So it don't leak on my old hound.

We'd repair the broken board on the porch
and replace the broken stairs.
And plug the hole in the water trough
That makes mud holes for the mares.

Well, we talked for over an hour
On how wondrous it would be
To be classed up there with "Rich Folk"
And live in luxury.
Yup, that is what we thought we'd do
If the lottery we won.
Why we'd just keep on farming
Until the money all was gone!

2002, Lyn Melnechenko
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's written permission.

Lyn says: Dusti and I were on our way home from the Cowboy Festival at O'Keefe Ranch and my truck overheated on the hill going out of Kelowna, so there we were, stuck with nothing to do but "talk about what we would do if we won the lottery." First would be to replace the old truck of course. Raising horses gets in your blood and even though there are years when we barely make a living, we wouldn't give give it up.


About Lyn Melnechenko:

I am a semi-retired horse trainer who now lives and raises quarter horses and Australian shepherds in Langley. I have worked on several ranches in the Cariboo over the years as well as being a horse dealer.



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