Banjo in the
two rein. Half breed bit by Todd Hansen.
Maddox and "Those Gates"
THOSE GATES (subtitled Jeans Too Tight)
ďIíll get the gate!ĒóOh, blessed sound
Which keeps my feet up off the ground
And in the stirrups, their proper use,
And, in the saddle, my caboose.
Why, oh, why must they sag and scrape
And thereby hamper our escape??
The bolts donít fit into the holes,
So we must lift up on the poles.
With all our might we hoist and push
And try to get the timing right,
Cause if you get into a rush
It only will prolong the fight.
And oh, those gates of barbed wireó
How they do provoke my ire!
Your fingers are in danger mortal
When you try to close this portal.
I like those gates that freely swing
And simply latch with slot or snap.
To these my horseís skills Iíd bring.
Together we could bridge the gap.
Those other gates will bear the curse
That canít be got from back of horse!
poetry by Katie Maddox