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YVONNE GRESNICK
Nevada
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They Say I'm Not a Cowgirl

They say Iím not a cowgirl
Cuz I ride with shortened reins
I donít own any cattle and
I donít live on the range

My horse they say is spoiled
From hauliní place to place
And no way can he help wrangle
By the look thatís on his face

And those barrels that youíre chasiní
No skill in that they say
It sure donít help to mend the fence
Or ranch in any way

But mister donít define me
By limits that you place
On love of horse and love of west
And love of open space

For western rules are timeless
And judginís not its way
And thereís no doubt what Iím about
Is cowgirliní my own way

So next time that you see me
And say it canít be true
Remember that I really am
A cowgirl through and through

© 2012, Yvonne Gresnick
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.

 

Grey Haired Cowgirls

So hereís to grey haired cowgirls
With wrinkles on your face
And hands that look like leather
Youíve lived a life of grace

You stroke the velvet muzzle of
A yearling in his stall
And wish a somewhat wistful wish
That you could relive it all

Youíve raised a herd of horses
Some kids along the way
The big sky was your backdrop for
Your labors every day

You still get on the spotted horse
And ride to freedom skies
Enjoy the rhythmic drop of hooves
And tails that swish at flies

Your photo it may never line
A governmental hall
Your legacy is more than just
A picture on the wall

So hereís to grey haired cowgirls
We all look up to you
Another generation that
Hopes to be just like you

© 2014, Yvonne Gresnick
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.


 

 

Rachel
dedicated to Rachel Hendrix, (1995-2014)

So Rachel watcha ridiiní
In Godís rodeo tonight?
Seeing you run with angelís wings
Would be an awesome sight

You were taken much too early
From those of us left here
With grieving souls and heavy hearts
And never ending tears

But one thing that Iíll bet on
Is when you did arrive
The stables up in heaven
Had horses you could ride

I think thereís some you recognized
From rides so long ago
And now youíll get another chance
To ride them this next go

So Rachel watcha ridiní
In Godís rodeo tonight?
Seeing you run with angelís wings
Would be an awesome sight

© 2015, Yvonne Gresnick
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.

 

Yvonne told us the poem, "... was written about Rachel Hendrix, a young cowgirl who died from carbon monoxide poisoning. Her story, and the story of Vicky Carter who has been riding Rachel's horse and has qualified for the National Finals Rodeo, is really a special story."

She included this photograph and link to an article in Barrel Horse News with background on the tragedy and its aftermath.


 

 

 

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About Yvonne Gresnick
                 
provided 2012

Yvonne Gresnick lives in Las Vegas, Nevada. She has 26 years working as a Civil Servant for the Air Force, currently at Nellis AFB. Years of taking her daughter to rodeos, along with her own riding, provide inspiration for her work. She and her daughter continue to compete in barrel races and other timed horse events. 
 


 

 

 

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