Terri Perrin, better known as our BCHBC Saddle Up coordinator, decided to try her hand at the Ernie Buckle Cowboy Poetry contest held every Rendezvous. Terri has been a horse woman since childhood, and like many girls was completely horse crazy, a disease that never really goes away as we age. As she lives in Calgary,Alberta now(and is a Member at Large)Terri was not able to attend Rendezvous in person. And considering she was very ill and had laryngitis, she was not able to present her poem via Zoom. But thanks to Linda Buchanan for stepping up to read “Horse Crazy” on her behalf.
By Terri Perrin
As a very young girl, I daydreamed of horse fun.
I’d prance across pastures and down roads I would run.
Since I didn’t have a horse to ride, I just pretended to be one!
I was a skinny, long-legged girl who was silly
With knobby knees … much like those of a newborn filly.
My mother would laugh, saying, “She’s not really that spacey!”
“She’s just our little girl … and she’s a little horse crazy!”
When I turned nine, I got my first horse
It wasn’t a big horse, but a pony, of course.
I had imagined a horse like Black Beauty or a similar steed
Something quite majestic, an actual breed!
When she arrived at the farm I was filled with delight.
With this little cayuse, named ‘Tammy’, it was love … at first fright!
My Dad had traded her for a truckload of hay
And frankly, I wasn’t sure that I wanted her to stay!
I had imagined my first horse since I could recall
But this wild-eyed creature that stood before me
Kinda threw me a curveball.
Her chestnut coat shone like a bright copper penny
And her long mane and tail made her oh so pretty.
A halter made of baler twine was tied to her head
Her nostrils were flared and inside they were red!
“Thank you, Daddy,” I whispered with dread.
And I thought; “Did he buy me a pony or was he wishing me dead?”
“You can train Tammy! I know it,” Dad replied with a grin.
And then he left me with the red pony, to let the rodeo begin.
It took weeks of patient handling … bites, bruises, and carrots galore
But eventually, the red pony and I settled our score.
She let me ride her and learned to accept my love.
It wasn’t a match made in heaven but, I’m certain, I had help from above.
One foggy morning the next spring, much to my surprise and delight,
Tammy walked through the mist towards me … a most beautiful sight.
She emerged from the fog with a foal by her side!
My eyes popped wide open and my heart filled with pride.
The unruly pony, unbeknownst to me,
Was a ‘BOGO’ pony – buy one, get one free!
The little palomino filly was gorgeous! I named her ‘Misty’
She was fast on her feet and acted real frisky.
Two ponies to love now, I was beyond glad
I was so happy … I even decided to forgive my Dad!
I worked hard with my ponies. I wasn’t lazy!
I was a little girl growing up … a little horse crazy!
As the years went by, Tammy and Misty grew smaller.
Or perhaps it was me, my skinny legs growing taller.
I moved up to a big horse, named ‘Nubbins’, a one-year-old bay.
Yes, she was another horse traded for a truckload of hay.
The next spring, Tammy was sold, I hoped, to another horse-crazy kid
And I never did learn how long she lived.
My Misty, she only lived ‘til about age 7
When a bad bout of colic sent her to horse heaven.
But my bay mare, Nubbins, lived to be 33!
And I’ll never forget the sad day that she left me.
Now, more than 50 years have passed and it’s been mighty fine,
Filled with fond memories of great horses, some yours and some mine.
I’ve ridden countless hours and thousands of miles
I’ve shared trails and laughter with others, and plenty of smiles.
My knees are no longer knobby, and my hair will soon turn gray
But the memories of all of my horses remain with me to this day.
My horse story may have started with that cantankerous mare
And I’ll never forget how she taught me to be patient and care.
I’m no longer a little girl, I’m now an old lady
And I’ve never grown out of it! I’m still … completely horse crazy