just a lot of re-ride

It has been brought to my attention that some of you may not know a lot about the paraphernalia and accruements that are put on a horses. So I have rewritten the poem and add some educational info. Most people know about the saddle and bridle but there is a lot more. Now the bridle is also called a head stall. Then there is the halter, sometimes called a head collar. Moving down the neck there is the breast plate and the check rein. This arrangement is commonly called a Martingale. The purposes of is to keep the horse from hitting or butting you with his head, keeping his head down and the saddle from sliding back on the horse. Used a lot when jumping a horse or in gymkhana events. 

martingale

Next we have the saddle. Now there are many type of saddles from English to western with a number of ways of riggin. There is another piece of tack that serves to keep the saddle in the right spot on the horse.  Here it the story about that.

Kid Crupper

There are many tails I am told of men brave and bold

Who have rode the wild ponies of old

This is a tail from somewhere on the trail, where kid cruppier found his fame

A shy lad, his lot was not to blame

Hired out to clean the stable to put something on the table

For a dollar a week a place to sleep and some keep, He did sweep

Now down from the hills the wild ponies of the mountain range brought home to tame they came, stallion and mares

Chased by mountain lions, wolves, and bares

Broom tailed nags; cockleburs knotted the same, raised on loco weed, a cowboy’s night mares to ride and tame

Coral gate closed a day to celebrate the round up done, time for some cowboy fun

 Lady and gent upon the fence to see all the bravery hence

The horses I am told could not be controlled by the braves and bold

The kid did appear with his hands on a beer

He loudly boasts of horses he knew the most for all to hear

Now cow folks know when they hear a good boast

 From dappled Philly to the oh that strawberry roan

He knew every line of that old poem

He knew them so well Heck he could tell just by smell alone

Blind folded they led him around the town checking the horses that he could not see what they might be

He kid did say it’s a bay eating barley hay

This wild stallion bay eating some hay they did saddled the wrong way

They led him this way to claim his throne they did say

Settle in the head on the wrong end let him out they did shout

Ride em cowboy that what horses are all about

Well the kid’s legs did flail around the neck like a martin graben’ a quail, his boots tangled in a knot,

That pony did more then trot, well the kid grabs for some main and got a hand full of tail

The pain you could tell he did let out a yell

The horse did the buck and did sprout wings, the kid did yodel it seems was that tally ho or let me go

up and over the fence they did sailed, Headed down the Chisum trail.

Now that not the end

For all cowboys know you saddle a horse with the crupper around the tail end

crupper from back of saddle and around the 

tail

This is my cowboy poetry entry for this year’s contest at the Weber country fair and rodeo

 thank you and god bless