The Utah Trip
By  Jerry A. White

It was Friday, the 13th of November, 1992
We put three horses in the front of the trailer,
And in the rear we loaded the other two.

It was the dark of the moon when we pulled out,
Our blood was racing and our hearts were stout.
We headed out West late that night,
Me, Charlie Robbins and Benny Ray White.

From Missouri through Oklahoma, Texas and New Mexico,
Up through the edge of Colorado.
We cut back down to Blanding, Utah
through some of the prettiest country I ever saw.

There were canyons and mesas as far as the eye could see,
Growing up with sagebrush, tumbleweed and Brigham Tea.
I thank the Lord for letting us see this great land
Before it was spoiled by modern man.

As I look across this magnificent land,
I can not imagine and I don't understand
How over a thousand years ago on this very place,
There lived and prospered a whole human race.

Without modern technology or irrigation
For hundreds of years, thrived an entire Indian Nation.
They lived on the mesas and in the canyons below,
On what is now the land of the Mormon and the Navajo.

But God had it worked out in his great plan
To care for the birds in the air and the animals on land.
He gave the Indians water for drink and growing seed.
He supplied the Anastasis with all they would ever need.

I thought of these things as I rode my horse along,
My spirits were high and in my heart was a song.
I thought of how privileged I was in this country to be,
Not a care in the world, and a good horse under me.

Charlie, on Santana, Rex beside him on a Roan,
I was on the Witch Mare, trailing back alone.
Benny was in the lead, on the horse with no name.
We felt like kids again, playing our little game.

Riding on into the sunset, snowcapped mountains on the right,
Our cowboy boots and hats on, we were an impressive sight!
Sitting tall in our highback saddles, three of us toting guns,
We stopped to put our dusters on, by ruins of the ancient ones.

Oh, how I felt like an old time cowboy in 1852,
I could have been with John Wayne in the Searchers,
And with Gary Cooper in High Noon, too.

Now, I am aware that this may seem silly
To you, who don't understand,
But to three hopelessly romantic cowboys from the Ozarks,
This is the promise land.

Now, I would like to thank our host, a man named Rex Anderson
We delivered to him some horses and he let us have some fun.
Now Rex was a good man who believed in the Mormon book
He had a Navajo wife named Marilyn, who was a real good cook!

Thank you, Marilyn for one of the best meals we ever ate.
Navajo tacos, pears, strawberries and Angel Food Cake!
Now Rex was a real good host and he showed us a real good time
And if I ever get to go back, I think it would be real fine.
Rex if you ever get to the Ozarks, bring your family
Be sure to stop in Springfield, to see my family and me.

Now to Benny and Charlie, I would like to say this to you.
I had myself A BANG UP good time, even in spite of you two.
You two are the orneriest cowboys I ever seen.
You cuss, tell dirty jokes, and when you drink you get kind of mean.

You stink, you're dirty and you never take a bath.
At other people's expense you have a good laugh.
You boys act like you're ten feet tall.
And something else to boot, you think you know it all.
Now in my opinion, you two ain't worth a damn.
And you sure ain't as smart or handsome as I am.
But I still want to say thanks, for letting me tag along.
I know you only did it 'cause I could sing a good song.
I on the other hand, have only one fault, as you can see.
And that one fault, is only my modesty.
But if you ever want to ride, here or out west,
And nobody will go with you, and you have asked all the rest,
Just give me a call or drop a line.
I will ride with you Peckerwoods, any place or any time.

 

Jerry A. White
Writer of Poems and Short Stories
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