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Poetry from the trail.
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The Wilderness and Me
Who says that it's too hot to ride? Who says it's far too cold?
Who's gonna look me in the eye and say I'm much too old?
Who says this land is wilderness? This land I know so well,
This land I hiked so long ago before my first school bell.
There sure are lots of roads through here to call this wilderness.
Grandpa had a name for it, a name I can't express.
He called it something else one day that made Mom's face just glow.
His cursing ruts and drop-offs just made me want to go.
I traveled into gullies both dry and full of rain.
I booted horse and cow through sage to get them home again.
I saw the rainbow in the sky, the sun burn through at dawn.
I saw the moon come up at night. I watched till it was gone.
This used to be our land, or so it once was called.
Now people say we got it wrong. It isn't ours at all.
Environmentalists explain that all those roads can't be,
But they're the same trails Grandpa rode when he went with me.
It was never hot for my Grandpa nor was it ever cold.
He rode those trails every day and never got too old.
And I will too, till the day I die. That's all I have to say.
I'll ride them with my Grandson until my dying day!
Written by David E. Owens for the sole and exclusive use
of the Tri-State ATV Club.
March 2,2006
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Four-wheelin’
Some people yearn to take a cruise. Some want to brand a cow.
Some people say that snorkeling is the thing to do just now.
I’ve thought about being bundled on a deck with a hot drink in my hand.
I’ve even thought about owning a ranch and having my own brand.
I’ve thought about swimming with tropical fish down deep in the Florida Keys.
Why, I once considered hunting bears while crawling on my knees.
But I get my thrills when I ride the hills with my Grandson at my back.
Four-wheelin’ satisfies my soul in a way the rest just lack.
We bundle up and cruise all day at Black Rock and Gun Lock Loop.
Then there’s Seegmiller Mountain and Gold Strike Trail to ride with the Tri-State troop.
And Curly Hollow, Gooseberry Mesa, Sand Mountain are there to do.
And we can’t forget the thrill we get when we ride the Looky Loo.
My legs won’t get me where I want to go. No horse can do it either.
But my Honda will do it when I turn the key and never need a breather.
When the sun comes up in the eastern sky and my Honda’s on my truck,
I glance at my buddy by my side and know that we’re in luck.
Life still throbs in my old bones. He’s eight and just beginning.
No way to think this day is lost. Can’t help but think we’re winning.
The sky turns bright. We can see the spot. We’ll unload in just a minute.
We’ll have more fun than anyone no matter how you spin it.
I love to fish with my Grandson while we’re sitting side by side.
But it’s even better when we’re out exploring some new and exciting ride.
I love to ski down the slopes with the lodge nestled far below,
But I’d still rather ride the trails with him, exploring as we go.
We’ll be watching for you as we ride those trails. Might see you around some curve.
Maybe down some slope or over some rocks – wherever you have the nerve.
Catch you maybe as you ford a stream or climb up a muddy bank.
All that beauty and all those thrills and our blessed Lord to thank.
There’s nothing to beat it. That’s for sure. How about you? Will you try it?
If you do it once, you’ll do it again. Guaranteed, if you buy it.
I wouldn’t sell you a bill of goods that wouldn’t be worth a dime.
Come join us out on the trail real soon, and you’ll have a wonderful time.
Written by David E. Owens for the sole and exclusive use of the Tri-State
ATV Club
January 15, 2005
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Keys and Jamborees
Those scrambled eggs were awfully good with pancakes hot and steaming.
My wife was still home fast asleep, sawing wood and dreaming.
But I was stoked, dam near awake. I had my Rincon waiting.
I saw the crowd – their thoughts like mine – begin accumulating.
Lining up, we headed out – the sun shining and the sky bright blue.
Heading out to ride the trails with some I hardly knew.
Then clouds of dust dimmed my sight as we traveled gravel roads.
Until we found a proper place to drop our four-wheel loads.
But when I climbed up on my truck with my ignition key,
I soon discovered something wrong with my first Jamboree.
Machines were roaring everywhere – Polaris, Cat and Honda.
But my missing key had done me wrong like a Viet Nam grunt by Fonda.
That was it. I’d learned once more to “never take for granted.”
I had all day to style my hair as silently I ranted.
By supper time, though, all was well. My wife was by my side.
And winning fifty dollars sure helped to heal my pride.
Seems everybody got some gift. A few got two or three,
And you can bet come morning I’d join the Jamboree.
I thanked the Lord for Friday and rode with all the rest.
That night I sat and watched some riders prove just who was best.
Mud boggin’ was a riot! And draggin’ loads to boot!
And when the Pee Wees cranked it up, it really was a hoot!
Then Saturday came bright and clear. A perfect day to ride!
This time I had no wife, but a grandson at my side.
What a day! What a joy! How sweet a time to share!
Grandpa and his young pal were sure a happy pair.
I hope we’ll get another chance to ride the trails again.
Next year won’t come soon enough. Not for us two men.
I won’t forget my keys next time. I’ll bring food and lots of gas.
And maybe some more padding for my sore and aching......butt.
Written by David E. Owens for the sole and exclusive use of the Tri-State ATV Club
March 18, 2004
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