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The Day I Broke El Diablo ... by C.L. Beck

Fun Stuff and Humorous Stories by C.L. (Cindy) Beck




Isn't cowboy poetry fun? Some of the poems brings tears of sadness to the eyes, while others bring side-splitting laughter. I'm a fan of cowboy poetry, and although I'm not experienced enough to feel comfortable standing up in front of people and reading aloud my own verses, I don't mind sharing it with my readers ... just don't ask me to recite it!


The Day I Broke El Diablo

By C.L. Beck

I used to be a cowgirl, once,
Back in my younger days
And when I broke Diablo
It brought accolade and praise.

I climbed up on that critter,
While he stomped and pawed the dirt.
I pulled my hat a way down low
And tuckered in my shirt.

I gave a little, bitty poke
With spurs, upon his side
And he bucked so mighty, awful hard
I thought I’d almost died.

He crow hopped this-a-way and that,
And fifteen feet of air
Showed between my lucky saddle
And my little derriere.

I knew I needed somethin’ good
That wasn’t too overt,
That would keep me in the pocket
So I wouldn’t hit the dirt.

So, I slid down off that bronco,
Took a wad out of my pack
Stuck it tight on to the saddle,
Then climbed right up on his back.

I said, “You crazy, buckin’ bronc,
I’m gonna win, you’ll see,
Cuz that's a piece of bubblegum
That’s sticking me to thee.”

Well, ol' Diablo gave a look,
A grin that seemed most evil,
And started tossin’ me around;
My guts went in upheaval.

He snorted snot and it was gross,
But I just plain ignored him,
Until a big ol’ grizzly bear
Strolled up right there before him.

That horse, he didn’t like it much
And I can’t say I blamed him,
Cuz grizzlies usually aren’t too nice
Unless someone has tamed ‘em.

Diablo tore off faster than
I ever thought he could’a
And I hung on much tighter
Than I ever thought I would’a.

He headed straight into the trees,
With me a hollerin’, “Whoa, Dear!”
And “Gee” and “Haw” and other words,
I prob’ly shouldn’t show here.

And I’d have been okay except
For one thing—I am certain—
Which caused in me a feeling
That was mighty disconcertin’.

This great big, fat ol’ bumbly-bee
Came buzzing in for battle,
And crawled between that horse and me,
Right under my danged saddle.

Diablo, he just pitched a fit
Then jumped up toward the sun,
If I had known much better
I might not have thought it fun.

But I was just a cowgirl then,
Back in my younger days
And when Mama called for supper,
My respect I had to pay.

I parked that ol' Diablo
In a corner of the stable
And went in for my supper,
Glad for food that’s on the table.

And to this day there’s never been
A bronco that’s more wild,
Than the stick one that I rode upon
When I was just a child.





------ © C.L. (Cindy) Beck------



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8 comments:

Cathy Witbeck said...

Love it, Cindy.
I wrote a horse poem once. My was titled "Why I Don't Ride Horses" and is all about our horse who had a penchant for walking under low hanging limbs, double barn doors, augers, etc. It was a painful experience.
I wish Judy had been a stick horse, or that I'd had a stick horse to smack her with.

Carol L. said...

I've never heard about Horse poetry but this I loved Cindy. El Diablo sounds so fearsome. :)Thanks for sharing with us. :)
Carol L
Lucky4750@aol.com

Angie said...

Love it! That's so cute. =)

Melinda said...

That was GREAT!!! I laughed and loved it!

Melanie said...

Tip of the hat to you, lil' lady. It was darlin', darlin'!

Toyin O. said...

Love the poem, very creative.

Nichole Giles said...

Cute! Love your cowboy poetry.

I once made some stick horses for my kids. We loved them.

Anonymous said...

Looks like ol Ferral might have some competition