Of many a horse named
Trigger,
none stand out as
well
as the one Dad raised
with me,
the story of which
I tell...
Ole Trigger was only
a mustang
who learned respect
for his master,
but to me he was a
horse
who sometimes spelled
disaster!
He admired the man
who fed him
and loathed those
not his boss.
He'd fetch a wallet
like a dog,
then bow just like
a hoss.
As long as his master
was nearby,
he'd tolerate another's
presence,
but sure as he was
alone with you,
he'd attack if given
a chance!
Spurred on by his
master's words,
he basked in glory
at all the shows.
He needed only a verbal
command
to bring home trophies
and bows.
The barrels and stakes
by memory
he wound with graceful
ease.
The cattle were rounded
with a second nature-
just hang on if you
please!
When time had passed
and he had aged,
an act of love retired
him.
Becoming king of the
pasture,
he enjoyed his peaceful
interim.
I'll ne'er forget
this dedicated horse
who knows Hoss Heaven's
repletion.
for now, Ole Trigger
rules on
in eternal celestial
distinction!
L.Jean
March 4, 1980
This
is a true story. Trigger was an all around
winner
of many local horse shows I attended
with
my family as a youth. He was extremely
intelligent and dedicated to my father...typical of a mustang.
He
lived to be almost 25 years old,
taken
from the wild and trained with love,
understanding and a lot of sweat. I have many
special
memories of him and other horses
I
have known through the years.
He was the beginning of what I feel was an anecdote for my terrible "horse
fever"!
That
fever will never wane, no matter my age!
I
have a strong appreciation for the horse as one of
God's
most beautiful and majestic beast on earth.
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