The creation of ‘Just an Old Cowboy.’ and ‘A Friend From Long Ago’

One night I awoke, to my mind spinning with memories and stories of long ago.  I tried going back to sleep, but sleep wouldn’t be possible until this was down on paper.  This night opened the door to the past and my old cowboy was reborn.  

So let’s go back a some years… I’ve always been a bit of a loner, home for me was a pretty lonely place, one to escape from, when I could.   My horse and dog were my best friends and when not at school,  I was out riding my horse, his name was Diablo.  He was an adopted wild mustang, who was supposed to be trained, but was only green broke when I got him.  We grew up together and had the most wonderful bond, he was my world.  We spent many years exploring the mountains, hills and valleys near my house.  Looking back, I can see how special it all really was. I loved the raw beauty of the land, and sometimes we’d just rest by a stream  listening to the music created by the water dancing over rocks, shutting out the rest of the world.  We had so many special moments together for so many years.  There actually was another side to spending so much time in the mountains alone.  I found myself in more than just a few dangerous situations and was very blessed and lucky to get out of them unscathed.  It made me realize how alone and far from help we really were in an emergency situation, (and no, we couldn’t just call someone, cell phones hadn’t been invented yet).  Anyways, I think all those experiences along with the loneliness helped fuel my *Walter Mitty-ish imagination and was the genesis of my imaginary friend, he became a protector and riding companion of sorts. Of course he offered no protection in a real situation, but tell that to the imagination… So ‘Just an Old Cowboy” is in poem form and the first of my stories about some of our adventures.  

I hope you enjoy them and have great and wondrous adventures!

I don’t have many pictures of my horse and I together, so I posted this video with a very small part I had in a movie, that I rode my horse in, I would be a terrible actress, I was pretty pathetic, Oh well.  (=  It’s filmed at the bottom of the hills, below the mountains we would ride in.    To see the film called ‘Marijuana 1968’ go to Marijuana 1968 and scroll to reel 27:43

 I wouldn’t be surprised it it’s #1 on ”Rotten Tomatoes’, Sony Bono narrated and I think he might have been stoned, hehe 

* The Secret Life of Walter Mitty by James Thurber  https://youtu.be/KUQO1O9__d4 Walter Mitty had his own secret world, created by am extreme imagination.  I guess mine wasn’t that bad, compared to his. 

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I Have A Dream, Freedom Writers (click on link below)

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“If you can’t fly then run, if you can’t run then walk, if you can’t walk then crawl, but whatever you do you have to keep moving forward.” Martin Luther King Jr.

Moonlit Dreams

The night mist dances

slowly, gracefully

over the  darkening land.

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and as night deepens

she quickens in her journey.

There is much to do before dawn

on arrival she wastes no time

soothing, calming and inspiring

each to dream their beautiful dreams

and as peaceful slumber arrives

she smiles and swirls away

sharing more of her moonlit dreams. 

                                                         Hansi  Riley

Magic of Reading

sail away

Stay with me Oma

read to me some more.

For my mind is full of wonder

and your words

they open doors.

To travel and to ponder

over lands so far away.

Read to me Oma

and let us sail today.   Hansi Riley

 

 

Mysteries of the Wind

Up again down again

round & round

whirling, rushing

all over town.

Why the hurry

and where’s it bound,

as it swirls in and out

pushing us around. 

Constantly whirling

to and fro.

Sailing the oceans

as it continues to blow.

So what’s it after

and why’s it run?

Is it chasing the Moon,

or just following the Sun?          Hansi Riley

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