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Looking Back
by Jackie Moranty
copyright 01-04-2002


Age Rating: 1 to 127

 
One of these days, she’ll look back and remember how I “trained” the cat.
Hopefully, that will bring a grin.
She’ll remember Christmas trees, and presents and songs and poetry,
And Santa Claus. Whatever happened to him?

She’ll remember her first horse, her first riding lesson, of course,
And the first time she took a fall,
All of my train wrecks, how I gave those horses heck,
She’ll probably be able to name them all.

She’ll probably recall the Lazy Lee, and stories about Jerry and Julie,
And the cows we had to work.
But, she’ll probably forget Ol’ What’s-His-Name, the foreman that eventually came,
Because he was such a jerk.

She’ll look back on our place, a tear in her eye, a smile on her face,
For the Lazy Heart Cross Seven brand,
How we rode for it, what we sold for it,
How I scrimped and planned.

She’ll remember first year 4-H, and how she took her dog to State,
And how she lost her goat,
How she paid her dues, calving to Chris LeDoux,
And all the poems we wrote.

She’ll remember the rodeos, watching mom in the second go,
While she’s running her own.
I’ll be right here watching her letting her slack and setting her jerk
Even after the Lord calls me home.

She’ll pass along stories of our days of glory,
And how crazy we all were.
She’ll tell of cowboys and outfitting convoys,
And the adventures we gave her.

It’ll be a long ways before these are “good old days”,
But, eventually, they’ll end.
So we have to make memories, try to live our lives free,
So she has something to tell future generations.


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01-09-2002 Jackie Moranty    

Robert, I'm glad you liked this one. I'm hoping that my daughter will have good memories of the ranch and the things that she's done. Jackie


01-07-2002 Jackie Moranty    

I hope that she does remember all of these things Marilyn. They are worth remembering, especially if she leaves the ranch and decides to live in town. Jackie


01-07-2002 Marilyn Mackenzie    

Funny. Just last evening a friend and I were commenting about the things our own children would remember about life with us. We talked of making our thoughts into poems. Great job. And these are the things she'll remember and pass on.



01-07-2002 Jackie Moranty    

Thanks, Bev. I kinda liked this one, so I decided to go ahead and post it. Jackie


01-06-2002 Beverley McInnis    

Jackie, I really enjoyed reading this again!


01-05-2002 Jackie Moranty    

I hope she remembers all of this. I know that there will be some really goofy memories, but we're trying to make it worth talking about. Jackie


01-04-2002 Jackie Moranty    

LOL, Billy, quit flirting and get back to writing. Jackie


01-04-2002 Jackie Moranty    

I know, John. I hit a button twice or something and next thing you know, Voila, you have a copy of the poem! I feel like such a bonehead. I've asked Bob to delete one of these. I hope that my daughter has good memories of the ranch and such. Most kids leave when they grow up, there's more money in doing ANYTHING other than ranching. Jackie


01-04-2002 John Mcleod    

Yeah Jackie, all of us will look back at some time and hopefully we will have good memories to talk about. Some of us will not have good ones but in life not everything is a bed of roses.

By the way, you should of remembered that you already posted this, I am not going to comment on both of them you know. LOL.

John


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