I Know Horses And Mules
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This is the fourth rhyming story in a series of six, "I Know---"
My first horse ride was long ago in the Sand Hills Land
The owner led a horse to me with the rope in his hand
He put the bridle on her head and the bit in her muzzle
Then he gave me the reins to hold and it was a puzzle
He laid a saddle over her withers and called her Shelly
He set the stirrups and tightened the cinch under her belly
I mounted her on the left side and we went out on the trail
When suddenly she bolted around and quickly turned tail
She galloped so I grabbed the saddle horn to stop a plop
I had to duck to avoid hitting the door frame on the top
She went into the barn and I climbed off of her back
Luckily, I had ducked in time and avoided a thwack
Thereafter, I took the bridle and selected my horse to ride
I would saddle him and lead him out on the trail with pride
The second time I went out riding with my friend on the course
Allan and I went out and we each bridled and saddled a horse
The course was woodsy as we trotted down the narrow lines
My horse was leading and we were following the signs
Allan was behind me smiling and he truly was enjoying it
We had travelled for quite a spell laughing and then we quit
I turned around and looked, but he was no longer behind me
I wondered why he had left the trail and gone behind a tree
I went to where his horse's hoof prints were and I was understanding
Then I found him under a tree with a sign reading, "Happy Landing"
My first ride with a mule was at the Grand Canyon in Arizona
I picked him from the group as he seemed to match my persona
He was the brown offspring of a male donkey and a female horse
He looked like a cross between a donkey and a horse, of course
My daughter, Karen, paid the overnight trip for three of us
She, Maureen and I started down the rim without any fuss
Karen smartly put her mule in line right behind the female guide
Maureen skilfully tailed her down the narrow trail for the ride
The guide told us at the start, "Keep your mules close behind in line
If he separates from the pack, that could result in a danger sign
If you do not keep your mule close in line, he will become stirred"
Luckily, we were still near the top of the canyon when it occurred
The rider in front of me was scared to prod and he fell behind
When he looked at the deep canyon below, he began to unwind
I was the second rider from the end with another rider behind me
We stopped for lunch and to let the mules cool off and feel free
I was bow-legged when dismounted and my backside felt numb
Karen laughed and Maureen giggled when I sat down beside them
The guide spoke honestly to the rider who was slowing the clientele
I mounted my mule and thought she had handled that issue very well
It was a hot sun and 100 degrees of heat came off the walls of stone
The mule in front of me was lagging and the guide saw we were alone
She halted the pack and rode back past the front riders on the trail
She took his reins to lead the mule and we were right on his tail
She instructed him on how to prod by swinging her feet backwards
He was watching on how to keep from trailing back and going forwards
Well, it worked for a bit and he kept up with the group and so did we
Then his mule started to lag behind the pack again and it worried me
We got near the end of the ride when I started to feel ill in the place
I thought I needed to keep riding and get over the bridge at the base
We were behind the rest of the crew when his mule decided to race
He crossed over the bridge and my mule followed at a very fast pace
We went to our cabins and then went out to eat in our casual attire
Then the Ranger told stories and we sang songs around the bonfire
The next morning, we mounted our mules and climbed to the rim
This time, I lined up in front of the slow rider and got ahead of him
We reached the rim and they loaded us on a bus back to the hotel
I spoke to a man who had taken this ride for the twentieth time, "Oh well"
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Retiring in 2000, Dennyk rekindled his childhood interest in children's stories first triggered by his father's funny stories, by completing a children's writing course.
Dennyk is married with two children and four grandchildren who live in Europe. His wife runs an animal rescue centre called 'Lillies of the Field', some of the animals feature in his stories.
Dennyk grew up in North Dakota, gaining a BSME from the State University, moving to Ohio in 1955, France in 1964, England in 1978, Canada in 1984 and returning to Ohio in 1990.
Here's a list of just some of Dennyk's stories which are rotated on this page one at a time and available to registered readers. The entire collection is available immediately to those registered for Unlimited Children's Stories (see Free Story Access above).
Black And Blue
Bonbon And Buzzy
Camping Gone Bad
Catch And Release
Dinky And Chomper
Dreama Talking Cockatoo
Fair And Square
Flowers And Birds
Huey And Yogi
Jake And Lill
Jeremy The Flyer
My Dog Jeremy
Someone Ill Be
The Five Germs
The Lone Ranger
The Majestic 6 Plus 1
The Three Boars
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