country poetry & more

Well, I didn't have to embarrass myself by falling off a horse today. They were only taking advanced riders, and I was stretching the truth a bit when I underlined "intermediate" on the casting form. Wearing Molly's Texas size cowboy hat to prove I own a sense of humor, I had my picture made and am hoping for the best. Since I could think of no special talents to offer, the chances may be pretty slim.

All is not lost, as I now know where a handy stable is located, and plan to do some riding there occasionally. After getting my body in good enough shape to last a few hours in the saddle, maybe I can join a trail ride up the mountain, something I've been wanting to do for years. Who knows, maybe by the time the next cowboy movie comes along, I can call myself an advanced rider. My life seems to hinge on ifs and maybes.

Charlie, in his mountain man garb, was still in the picture line when I left. He knows so many of the regular extras that he had a lot of visiting to do. If not for his friendship, I would never have got started in this new adventure. Ain't it funny how that works?

If not for a friend I would never have known about Southwest Writers and the writing class at Bear Canyon Senior Center. Who knows where that trail may lead?

Friend Mike pointed me toward Highland Harmonizers and a host of new friends there. Since we're busy with singing engagements around the Christmas holidays, we have a Christmas party in April (or whichever month works out best), with gifts and food and entertainment by anyone in the group daring enough to work up a song, skit or reading. Some acts may then be repeated at the nursing homes during the next season. It's a year-long blast.

One of my favorite songs is "Someone is Looking for Someone Like You" by Gail Davies. It encourages us to think about cheering up others instead of drowning in self-pity, the only path to real happiness. It would make a great theme song for old folks like me.

Tuesday's program includes some Easter songs. Seems like yesterday was Christmas. Where does the time go? I'm already closer to 70 than 69, but still feel like I'm in my prime. Come on, adventure!!

Cora Gail Trent
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