Facing Backwards

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Years ago I saw a cool picture from a memorial service held years ago at the King Ranch for I believe Richard Kleburg….it was a riderless horse boots placed rearward surrounded by his devoted hands horseback with their hats on their hearts….been working on this little poem for a while and I finally finished it today…wish I could have found that picture but this one will have to do until I do. Hope you like the poem. PT

Facing Backwards

Someday when life’s runs over
And my old saddle sits alone
As we gather for last goodbye
Tie em rearward heading home

Pick a horse that I would saddle
In a place where roots run deep
Lace my boots up in the stirrups
Before you lay me down to sleep

Lead me off to sounds of pipers
Play old songs to mark that way
Put my ashes in my best boots
And ride with me one more day

Send me off as kings and warriors
Aboard bold ponies no one rides
Then please send me to Valhalla
From these sacred countrysides

For old cowhands and old poets
As they take their last good run
Aboard a horse without his rider
Heading west neath setting sun

PT Muldoon ©2017

Windows

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Good friend of mine Sandy Mills and I had a great conversation on a long midnight ride earlier in the year at Waterloo…she talked about windows…those moments when people we love step on through to the other side…it was a conversation about loss but also about freewill…You can’t really be spiritual and believe in a higher power without being willing to realize that most of what happens in this life is beyond your control…I wrote this short one about the conversation...hope you like it. PT

Windows

Life’s a long fast moving train
Steaming hard across vast land
We’re all just riders on this way
To drift in time like shifting sand

Our finest chances come and go
Bold great moments lived and lost
As we wait for those openings
To step on off and ease the cost

I will not drown with old regrets
For riding this fast moving train
That I stepped on while still a boy
To take me out then home again

These windows come and go away
And someday when I step on through
To dance again neath summer rain
Just like a wild young kid brand new

So ride with me for just this while
We’ll see new places in the night
Then wait for windows in the mist
Then step on home into sweet light

PT Muldoon ©2017

Compadres

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Here’s a new one for you I wrote last night. You get one good horse in your lifetime if your lucky……but sometimes the world smiles on you and you get something even more…a friend for life!! Hope you guys like the poem!!!PT

Compadre

We rode on summer ranges
As life lay there brand new
Young pony strong and steady
Big loop built clean and true

Somewhere out on the journey
Compadre’s grown through age
As meadow’s grass turned golden
Two lives slow turned sweet page

The bulk now lays behind us
Bold memories we both knew
We rode those summer ranges
Found honest work there too

We saddle in the darkness
And what our eyes still see
Is not the ones we are today
But the force we used to be

You see the miles all mattered
Our journey’s trail made sweet
And we can summon up our past
Mid flight through Dunny’s feet

Flamed ears to split horizon
Great joy still brings us smile
As we ride to hidden places
And chase that sacred mile

And hidden under edges
Beneath where others see
A friendship forged forever
Between that horse and me

PT Muldoon ©2017

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Morning

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Woke up early and wrote a new one this morning…hope you like it.PT

Morning

In the quiet of the morning
Before my world wakes up
Soft buzz of ducks arriving
Fresh coffee warms my cup

I like to drink in morning
As it wakes me up real slow
And taste the golden sunrise
Embrace warm summer glow

It’s peaceful here in morning
Nearly everything brand new
Heartbeat of our home place
Sweet sod still bathed in dew

A refresher for bold spirits
Brief stop of treasured time
To add some words to paper
As I seek to make them rhyme

 

PT Muldoon 2017

The Darkened Path

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Here’s a really dark one I wrote the other night…remember, in order to fly in the heavens…sometimes you gotta embrace gravity and risk the sudden stop…I’m pretty sure after I post this one I’ll get a couple notes from my good friends checking up on me…..don’t worry I’m feeling a lot better now…the darkness passed….I kinda like this one….hope you like the poem…PT

The Darkened Path

The dark trail’s like a beacon
For those who’ve lost their way
Head far into this mystic fog
That lives past end of day

For only those who suffer long
Will learn just what they know
To ride upon a darkened path
Where love and light don’t go

Lost long into this darkness
Ever deeper they’ll forge in
To chase that hole unending
And seek where pain begins

Deep in the disappearing path
Where souls are won and lost
And left behind to clearly see
Brave few who bear the cost

For only love can save them
From plunging deep to night
And disappearing in the mist
Lost souls to fade from sight

Upon this rocky precipice
On ponies bathed in sweat
To plunge into her darkness
On blankets frayed and wet

Embraced and lost in mystic
Just past where daylight fades
To step through blazing fury
As they shatter on the blades

Two heartbeats on a mission
Ride hard where daylight ends
Just past the darkened meadow
Where the light no longer bends

Somewhere along life’s journey
As riders find the great abyss
Then fade into the mystic night
When the reaper plants his kiss

PT Muldoon ©2017

On The Banks Of The Huron

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Wrote this one a while back about the River that runs along the campus of my Alma Mater Eastern Michigan University. PT

 

On The Banks Of The Huron

The Huron River is our heartbeat
Eastern’s roots born on its shore
For here we came to seek ideas
That soon led to so much more

Carved a home in fertile topsoil
Winding sweetly in this space
Where so many sought to better
All the lives that shared this place

Just a river mapped like pavers
Each one bears a life and name
Of those souls that tell our story
And the course this river came

We are pieces of this journey
And this river holds our heart
As we move just like the Huron
On her banks we made our start

And our story is a good one
All our memories strong and true
For together we are family
And we still have much to do

PT Muldoon ©2017

Mustang Sunshine

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My neighbor Mark Hanna is an awesome artist….I get the rare privilege of seeing him working in his studio from my front room…..Mark posted this pic a while back and I wrote some words to go with it…It’s so cool to have awesome neighbors. PT

 

 

Mustang Sunshine

Little blue dressed pony
Top down for this ride
Brunette sitting shotgun
Blue skies on our side

Chrome and leather gleaming
Smell the warm sweet air
Time caught like a photo
Straw hat long brown hair

Something bout a Mustang
With your sweetheart near
Captured days of summer
Good times we held dear

Gasoline and sunlight
Pretty girls and chrome
At the altar of combustion
As a hot rod takes us home

PT Muldoon © 2017

Drive

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My friend Sheila Carlson posted this pic with the caption A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Words…..I couldn’t resist writing one to go with it….PT

Drive

A thousand words one picture
Was heard out on that trail
We pushed em all to pasture
Long line made head to tail

The sun was busy warming
Fresh dung on darkened herd
Looking out past fuzzy ears
In silence not one word

The trail was clay and rocky
Fine pony’s slick and strong
Cowherd fed and watered
Thru winter much too long

Something builds the spirit
That’s stirred on cattle drive
It makes you feel born over
And brings your soul alive

New grass and fresh digestion
On herds that give hands fits
For those who bring the rear up
With cows that have the shits

PT Muldoon © 2017

Family Rides

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Ernie Groeb this one goes out to you and your Mom….sure enjoyed visiting with you guys and wanted to immortalize our annual Memorial Day parade tradition….and the memories of two very awesome Fathers who left us with great machines and memories that someday can be handed down to the next generation!! PT

Family Rides

Some are just show ponies
Kept safe much like a crown
Ours were built and treasured
Then driven proud thru town

Fathers,Sons and Daughters
Memories make hearts swell
In rides steeped in tradition
Like the stories that they tell

Real beauty’s not perfection
Road miles just make em shine
Memories late night wrenching
Machines built well through time

I like to walk parade routes
Hear stories as they’re told
Model T’s and 4 bolt Chevy’s
In rides made new from old

Each year we come to run em
In our quaint small Mitten town
And I always follow Ernie Groeb
As he drives his Dad’s T to town;

There’s things in life to treasure
Beyond what others think is fine
There’s no price tag on tradition
As our memories grow with time

Each year we honor heroes lost
Then drive proud right thru town
As these rides steeped in tradition
Bring Dad’s memory back around

PT Muldoon ©2017

The Stock Breaker

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Erik David Wolford found another cool picture of you riding one and decided to add some of my prose to the image…hope it makes you smile….haven’t seen you in a bit so make sure you stop for a visit next time you get back to the Mitten. PT

The Stock Breaker

Tight enough to hold him
Riding loose enough to fly
Saddled to this hurricane
A dance beneath night sky

In behind chute number three
Waiting on one single chance
Full of nerves he’s unafraid
Here to break the stock to dance

In between “boy’s turn em out”
“Now mark them shoulders right”
This cowboy finds his rhythm
His ride both loose and tight

Tips his hat off to the crowd
Waiting for judges both to pick
Maybe now his turn to shine
Either way he’s gone real quick

On that road to one more dance
Burning down this highway line
For one more shot to ride the wind
To win gold buckle one more time

Someday he’ll tally up his scores
As that next group comes to play
When his bones can buck no more
True top bronc man….they will say

But for now he rides this trail
Just to dance on ponies wild
Tip that Stetson to the crowd
A big old grin still like a child

Cross this rough-stock rich tradition
In bloodlines of all who came before
Long as God makes bucking broncos
There will be cowboys back for more

PT Muldoon  ©  2017