Common Sense and Men and Horses
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| By: Debra Coppinger Hill We perched atop the corral, as he read the men and horses, And he told me about common sense and it’s amazing, magical forces. We watched the men choose their mounts, some were firm, but kind; While others used plain brute force, to make their horses mind. He said," Dealing with horses and people is a special kind of art. If you watch ‘em work, you will learn what is truly in a man’s heart. For though it once was common place, common sense ain’t common any more And many of the basic rules of life, some folks will choose to ignore. The bad ones will make excuses, tell you the Old Cowboy ways have died. But anyone with common sense will know that’s a lie. The truth is just as obvious as these fellows working the pens. There will always be Cowboys as long as there are horses and men. And just as it takes all kinds of horses, from renegades to leaders to make a herd; There will also always be outlaws as well as men true to their word. You see, a man who can’t, will often bully his way through, And how a man treats his horse is how he’ll end up treating you. But the man who can, simply will, he won’t have to prove a thing. He’ll have the courage and the sand to face whatever life brings. He never will desert you; even in the darkest hour and he’ll have the sense to know when to turn to a Higher Power. The phrase, ‘a soft hand with horses’, applies to human beings too, A man who is one with his horse will likewise be one with you. You see, the decisions that we make should be rooted in our common sense. Like horses, we should use our instincts, or be prepared to accept the consequence. For no matter what we do in life, no matter where we roam, We all are part of a family herd, and we can always come home." So we watched ‘em work for hours, as I hung on every word he had to say; About life and love and horses; how God hears us when we pray. I simply took it for granted that he would always be, Sitting on that fence rail, talking and laughing with me. Time makes changes as it passes by; I grew up and followed my star. But in times of trouble I’d hear his voice, saying "Remember who’s child you are." He taught me to read the world though I didn’t know it at the time. I learned about strength and self-respect; how to recognize the best in mankind. Oh, I made mistakes, but have no regrets, for each is valuable in it’s own way. Combined with his words and an education, they are a part of who I am today. And nothing ever really gets me down, because of these things I can be sure; That home is where the heart is, and that love will forever endure. So I honor this Cowboy philosopher, who taught me to follow my heart’s voice; To see things exactly for what they are and that happiness is a choice. I’ve come to realize all those things I learned, from books and college courses, Will never hold a candle to his lesson, on common sense, and men and horses. ©Debra Coppinger Hill |
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