LET 'ER BUCK 



eate of the Round-Up, has just "busted" into verse 

 about the show. Tracy not only has written some 

 western verse, but is also one of the best horse-gent- 

 lers in the country. He does wonderful things with 

 horses — teaching riding-horses in particular, their 

 numerous gaits and many other things. 



"Give us The Old Cowhand's Wish, Tracy." 

 Tracy spits, shifts a bit and wipes his hand across 

 his mouth. 



"All right, fellers, here's hoppin' to it," he spits 

 again — "Well, boys, I'll throw you somethin' that I 

 wrote after a spell back East a-gentling some 'dude' 

 horses. It kinder expresses my sentiments better'n I 

 can talk 'em myself and I guess it kinder expresses 

 yourn." 



Gee, but I am growing weary of the city and its glare ; 

 Weary of the blocks and blocks of crowded street and 



square, 

 Weary of the noises, of autos and of cars; 

 I sometimes wish that I could fly upward to the stars. 



I am longing for the prairies, where I rode so long ago, 

 Longing for the springtime, longing for the snow, 

 Wishing I was punching cattle on that horse I used to 



ride; 

 The one I always was so proud of, the one that always 



bucked and shied. 



He was a bay and rather rangy, and he sure could kick 



and snort, 

 And every morning when I'd mount him, he and I would 



have some sport, 

 But after we had had our battle, and his bucking it was 



done, 

 He'd be as nice as any horse that ever lived beneath the 



sun. 



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