CONVOLUTED  DISAPPEARING  ACT OF THREE RIDERS

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CONVOLUTED  DISAPPEARING  ACT OF THREE RIDERS

-By Orv Alveshere-

HOW’D 3 HORSES DISAPPEAR WITH 3 RIDERS?
In our early teens we literally lived for ‘half-past’ Sunday.
We would ride our ‘ponies’ as they’d be ‘work horses’ by early Monday.
It was a ‘strained expression,’ that Sunday was a day of rest;
As the foll’wing AM we’d pitch hay all day.  We liked Sunday best!
Plus we knew that at sunup of the third day of the week, we’d wake
With stiff shoulders, maybe immovable arms, or some other ache!

OUT OF SIGHT, NOT OUT OF MIND/SLEIGHT OF HAND?
HALF-PAST SUNDAY=RECREATION, LEISURE AND HORSEBACK RIDING
You get the picture.  We didn’t know what the calendar was for;
As we never got enough trail rides.  We would always scheme for more.
We discussed with neighbor kids, that Sunday we’d clip=clop down their road;
Or take the 1-mile short-cut, with care-free minds and a pace that’s slowed.
A forgotten coincidence of Dad’s convention, slipped our mind.
And that edict that we stay home with Mom, had us trail bums sidelined.
CLEAR YOUR MIND.   The following are true…intentional…devious facts
Of taking our chances…or…failing in our disappearing acts.

NO BACK DOOR=NO BACK DOOR ESCAPE/OVER THE HILL=AWOL?
PHONE OFF THE HOOK? WERE WE OFF THE HOOK?
There was a new twist. We must get Mom out of the garden and now!
Could we fake a phone call?  But, the basic complications was how?
No back door in our house.  That escape route was out of the question.
The house had 2nd floor windows, but was a dangerous suggestion.
As instigator number one; number two was 12 and number three was ago 10;
While two would carry bridles and tack to the horses in the pen.
The corral and ponies were out of sight, but there was a 30 foot tract;
Where ‘ponies’ must pass, in plain sight, before the disappearing act.

SEEING SIGHTS FROM A GOOD HORSE AND RELAX IN THE FRESH AIR
THOSE SHENANIGANS WERE NO HUMDRUM CONUNDRUMS
We were non-Irish, but  didn’t stop shenanigans that day.
Dad was gone that day.  When the cat’s away, the mice will do ‘horse’ play.
Instigator number one, that’s me, removed screen windows in back.
(On the ground floor, of course); rerouted myself (but still on the wrong track.)
The noisily went in the front door, whistling, as my intention;
(Or maybe shouting at the dog) was to get our Mom’s attention.
I reappeared at the’only’ door saying, “Telephone” (not true facts).
That time would be the only time I would do two disappearing acts.

ENJOY RIDING A HORSE THAT ENJOYS MY COMPANY
NO WINDOW OF OPPORTUNITY? GUESS AGAIN/REPORTED MISSING
You can bet your last dollar that it was an ‘untruth,’ but I must tell
There WAS a phone off the hook. I stepped into a window well
And quickly replaced the screen.  Then I dashed to the end of the tree line.
My younger brothers led the three ponies. The plan was going fine.
Soon three mounted cow’boys’ were headed through the neighbors pasture there.
Perhaps my pinto could fin’lly outrun his speedy pinto mare.
Should we have stayed home to keep Mom company? Such a lack of tact!
But, we’d always wondered if we could, do the disappearing act?

SHELTERED BY SHELTERBELT/PLAYING MIND TRICKS
RIDERS GONE, VANISHED, LEFT NO TRACE, FLEW THE COOP?
Our Mom was puzzled and miffed!  She knew not where to aim her words, so
Luck would bring an ‘ample’ cooling-off span of time that day, although
She addressed the young magicians and was unhappy for a while.
But in later years, SHE WOULD RELATE that escape tale with a smile;
And said she’d realized that was the worst prank we’d played on her.
It was mild compared to what other parents would incur. We concur.
We did laugh and joke, when reminiscing about those convoluted facts;
Of three youthful riders, using trickery, to pull disappearing acts.

 

Copyright May 2002 – Orv Alveshere, an award-winning writer of humorous cowboy poetry and stories. He “grew up hanging on a horse.” He writes about his lifetime of adventures.