THE HORSE AUCTION

 THE HORSE AUCTION
 
By Donna Penley 
Th’ horse was old, past his prime when they led him into th’ ring;
Had a cut on his knee, but it wasn’t  bad .  I wondered what he would bring.
Was hunting a mount for my grandson.  Wanted something I could trust;
Th’ horse wasn’t lame ’didn’t look bad, if you looked  past the dirt an’ the dust.
Th’ auctioneer started making his spiel, said th’ horse was 16 years old;
An’ that gelding reined just  like a champ – th’ kind that’s worth pure gold.
I put up my hand when he started at Three,  just ,to see how the biddin’ would go;
But someone else had th’ same idea, an’ his price began to grow.
After awhile bids started t’ lag.  I was hoping against hope,
That I would prevail an’ buy this ol’ horse, but so did some other folk.
My grandson’s birthday was in just two days.  He wanted a horse real bad;
I wanted to make him into a horseman like I had made of his dad.
Th‘ bid was at Eight Hundred an’ Five.  They headed th’ horseout th’ door;
My bid was low, not quite up to snuff, so I bid Twenty Five more.
Th’ woman sitting across th’ ring must o’ wanted the horse just as bad;
She raised my bid by Ten dollars.  She was starting to make me mad!
Th’ price was now at Eight Hundred an’ Forty.  I was beginning to feel real low;
How would I feel if I went home without him?   I was running out of dough.
I decided then to bid one more time.  After that I’d have to go home;
An’ to my delight, the woman quit bidding, an’ that surprised me some.
Then, as I loaded th’ horse in my trailer,  I noticed across th’ way,
That same woman was loading a pony, an’ I heard her girlfriend say:
“You got a good price for ol’ Buck over there.  But, don’t ya feel some remorse?
Taking some dumb cowboy for a ride by bidding on your own horse?”
I could do nothing but get in my truck, feelin’ real stupid and dumb.
But, after all, it was worth it.  Ol’ Buck would have a good home!  
 
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