When Cheyenne Died
When Cheyenne died, I cried.
I thought she would live, but she died.
She roamed the pasture, wild and free;
She jumped the cattleguard, now I see.
She died for a reason, I don't know.
Why? Sometime, I will find out.
But not tonight.
A New Foal For Carrie
by Barbara Power
"We didnt find her", Carrie sobbed as she and Ben ran to the barn where Daddy waited.
"Easy, Girl," Daddy consoled her as he held Carrie in his arms. Your mare is all right. Shes just gone off by herself to have her foal, thats all.
"But shes never been by herself," Carrie protested. "Shes always been here at the barn. What if she needs help having her baby?"
"Aw, Carrie, dont be stupid," said Ben. "Horses don t need help to have babies, only people do."
"Ben, your sister is not stupid." Daddys voice was firm, then kind as he spoke to Carrie. "Ben is right, Carrie. Horses don t usually need help. They would rather be alone when they give birth."
"But how will we get her back?" Carrie wailed. "We dont know where she is."
"Why, Carrie, Starlight will come home by herself. For one thing, she loves you and for another she loves her oats. She knows where to find you both. Shell come home, youll see. Lets go on to the house now. Mama will have supper ready. If the mares not home by tomorrow afternoon, I ll help you look for her."
"I could stay home from school and look for her all day tomorrow," Ben said hopefully, but Daddys frown told him his offer was refused.
"Theres my family," Mama smiled as they came in the door. "Wash up, supper is on the table."
"We didnt find Starlight, Mama." Carries voice was soft and sad.
"Starlight is just fine," Mama answered as she kissed Carrie. "She will come home and have a brand new baby horse for you."
Carries eyes widened as she stood perfectly still. The foal. In her worry over Starlight, she had not thought about the new baby horse that she had waited so long to see.
Oh, Mama, she squealed in delight. I had forgotten about the foal. She danced excitedly about the room until Mama shooed her off to wash for supper.
Later that night, Mama listened as Carrie said her prayers. Please take care of Starlight. Dont let her be afraid even though its dark and shes lost away from home. And let her have a pretty new baby. Bless Mama and Daddy and Ben. Amen. Oh yes, please let Starlight and the baby come home soon. Amen again."
Carrie climbed into bed and Mama kissed her goodnight. "I m not sleepy," Carrie told her. "I wish Starlight would come home right now."
"Patience, Little Girl," Mama said. "The baby must be strong enough to travel before Starlight can bring it home. Close your eyes and be real still and see how quickly morning comes."
Carrie did as Mama said and lay very still with her eyes closed; but she added one thing of her own, she listened really hard for Starlight to whicker like she did every morning when Carrie brought her oats.
Morning dawned fresh and clear. Carrie stirred in her sleep as she dreamed of a horse whinnying, calling to her. "I m coming," she murmured sleepily. "I m coming, Starlight."
Starlight! Carrie woke with a start and sat upright in her bed. All was quiet. It had only been a dream. Carrie was disappointed. She wanted Starlight to come home so much she hurt inside.
Just then, another long, questioning whinny came from the barnyard. Starlight was asking, "where are you Carrie? Where are my oats?" It wasn t a dream after all.
In a flash, Carrie was out of bed and running toward the barn, still in her nightgown. Starlight waited impatiently, pawing the ground with one front hoof. Her loud whinny changed to a soft whicker when she saw Carrie.
Carrie stopped dead still and could not move. She stared in delighted wonder at the baby horse that peeked at her from behind the safety of its mothers body.
"Oh, Starlight," she breathed softly. "He is beautiful."
The mare walked up to her and nudged her, asking again to be fed. The foal stayed close to its mother, pressing against her for safety.
"Don t be afraid," Carrie said as stepped around to look at him. "I wont hurt you. I think you are wonderful."
The gentle mare watched as Carrie reached out her hand to touch the baby horse. The foal was curious and stretched out his nose to sniff Carries hand. But when she touched him, he jumped back startled, and ran to the other side of the mare. He peeped at Carrie from under his mothers neck. Carrie laughed.
"Come on, Starlight," she said. "Lets get you some oats. Then I ll go tell Mama and Daddy and Ben. They said you would come home and here you are.
The mare bobbed her head in agreement and whickered softly to her foal as she followed Carrie to the barn.
These poems were written by Hollie, a 10 year old girl who's beloved mare, Peppi, died of colic leaving behind an orphan filly named Eclipse.
Little Baby Eclipse
She sat there looking at me,
Why she had not come for her.
Looking so sad,
when I whispered in her ear.
She understood why she had not come,
and why she never would.
Dedicated to : Peppi's Silver Eclipse and Peppinita Gin
That's How I Go On
I sit on the front porch watching her go.
She always protects me wherever I go.
I get on her back and we ride together
wishing we could ride forever
never once taking our time together
for granted, for one day we will be
Dedicated to: Peppinita Gin
A Cowboys Dawn
by Barbara Power
He saddles the stocky bay
In the dusky light of dawn,
Skillfully working to complete
The job that must be done.
The horse protests the tightening cinch
And the earliness of the hour,
By drawing his back into a hump
And pinning back his ears.
Amused by the objection
The cowboy strokes the bay,
Then steps into the saddle
In the coolness of pre-day.
The bay accepts the riders weight,
Responds to his command,
And forgetting his earlier protest,
Accepts the task at hand.
The morning sun will find them
Trailing cattle through the brush
Like their grandfathers before them
A cowboy and his horse.
Old Charley and True Love
by Danna Kay Peterson
A few years ago, or maybe some more,
Ole Charley made the young girls hearts soar.
A flash of a grin, a wink of an eye,
He managed the knot never to tie.
His love was his horse, faithful and true.
His home was the land and cows to pursue.
He woke with the sun and his days rolled by.
The cry of the coyote was his lullaby.
Until came that Blonde with a smile like steel,
Shook out her loop and made Charley reel.
From the crown of her hat to her silver tipped boot,
She meant Charleys heart to add to her loot.
He ran to his horse and away at a lope,
Until Charley hit the end of her rope.
The horse he ran on, but poor Charley stopped,
Paused in the air and to the dust dropped.
There is to each tale a moral so true,
"Be not in the loop of the rope she just threw."