Train Wreck Moranty
by
Jackie Moranty
copyright 11-12-2001
Age Rating: 18 to 127
After the mare sent me flying through the air,
I began to feel queasy,
Course I wouldn’t make this pitch if the old bitch,
Had decided to set me down easy.
It weren’t for five days of living in a haze,
That I finally saw the doc,
I saw the fear in his eyes, the look of surprise,
That under my own steam, I walked.
My vision was bleary, but I heard quite clearly,
A concussion was topping the list,
Followed by whiplash, a severe case of road rash,
And a dislocated left hip.
His stomach was churnin’ at my separated sternum,
And the five broken ribs,
Bruises and contusions made quite the illusion,
That something awful had me in its grip.
He asked what I did when I hit the skids,
I told him I jumped up and rode,
The next day, too. What else could I do?
For bed rest there was no hope.
He told me that I should go to bed or die,
So I decided to lie prone,
Much better to live in my own little sieve,
Than have a pine box be my home.
There were some nights, I wished I would die,
Because of the aches and pains,
But I figure it’s worth it if I can give the mare shit,
When I get up to ride again.
Ahh, now, behold, my story is told,
I’m hustling off to bed,
A Darvon or two is what will make do,
So that I can rest my head.
O.K., so now I've written three poems with a concussion. I'm going to bed for the next week and see if I can get over this. I just couldn't pass up the challenge.
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Well when I read your story about the actual incident, you left me feeling as though you and the mare were relatively okay... as I recall, I made some comment about being glad you were both still in one piece!! Clearly you were not... not quite anyways! (shaking index finger at you, here)
Well, despite the schreck you've given me, kudos to you for sitting at a computer and coming up with words at all, much less terrific, story telling rhymes!
--nan
Oh, John, You know how it is, I'm sure. When you get the words running through your head, there's no way you can actually sleep. I had to write the poem first, then sleep. I'm taking a pretty fitful rest now, though. Haven't got much going on in my head. Jackie
(((Jackie))) This was awesome, the poem is so cool, you did well. Why oh why oh why did you not rest first then write this eh? Geeeeezzzzzzz I feel bad now, lol, no I don't but I could of, I hope that you get better soon!!!!!!
Thanks, Sunny. I'm doing all right. Betty I didn't get bucked, she reared over on me, and yes, unfortunately, the whole list is true. Robert, I'm down right now, I'll get back up, but no matter how tempting it is, I can't ride. Jackie
Thanks for all your concern. I'll be fine in a couple of weeks. I had to go catch my horse tonight to take her over to the trainer and I wanted to hop on and ride SO bad, but. . . well, I guess I'll wait. I'm working on that book, David. I promise that I won't kill myself before I get it done. Jackie
Did you get bucked off into loco weed? You need to heal, get some rest and relax...
Lots of fun here, but I sure am hoping this list of injuries isn't true...
Thanks, Karen and Bev, Yes, Karen, I didn't want to go to the doc, so I waited until I was pretty loopy. I knew what he was going to say. I must be getting better, though, I wrote Sale Barn Bound and The Morning After with a concussion and they're not near as good as this! LOL I'm taking it easy now, though. The doc said I had to, or I would really goof up my vision for a long time and it would be hard to get it back. So I'm sitting around, doing nothing. I was glad when words would come in rhyme. I was kinda worried there for awhile. Jackie
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