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I'd like to share with you a story
About a friend of mine
His name is Ernie Harlow
And he's been gone for quite some time.
But not a day goes by
That I don't think of him
The chances of forgettin'
Are really pretty slim.
Our trails crossed many years ago
When I called him up to shoe
I'd heard he was the best around
And not by just a few.
He sure had a way with horses
He would eye 'em up and down
He could tell you in a moment
If they're lame or if they're sound.
He knew their dispositions
Before he ever drove a nail
Lazy, broke, or outlaw
He called 'em without fail.
He never missed a shoein'
He'd be there when he said
And it would usually be real early
Before I was out of bed.
But, there was always a thermos of coffee
And a good natured, “Hello”
It helped to clear the cobwebs
And get me on the go.
He got me my first trainin' job
Ridin' colts out on a ranch
He saw I had potential
And thought I deserved a chance.
Somtimes he'd take me with him
When he went around to shoe
And it always did amaze me
Just how many folks he knew.
I sure learned a lot from Ernie
Watchin' hours upon end
Of all the nails that held a shoe
Very few did I see him bend.
He used to give me sound advice
When I was ridin' colts
He taught me how to line 'em out
And how not to spook and bolt.
He was known near and far
For his expert ropin' skill
He could head 'em, or he could heal 'em
In my mind I see him still.
One time he and Sam were ropin'
At the Oakdale Rodeo
They had a ten second lead
With just two rounds left to go.
They had to win those go-rounds
And they could take that money home
But Ernie dallied up his little finger
And cut that sucker to the bone.
“Tape my finger up,” he said
“I know I'll be just fine...
I think I can pull it together
And throw this rope just one more time.”
But they wouldn't let him rope that day
He told the story with a laugh
They took him to emergency
And had to do a skin graft.
He sure had a great attitude
About everything he did
He loved his wife and family
And raised up two fine kids.
He always saw the good in folks
And overlooked the bad
He could cheer ya up when you were feelin' down
And I never saw him mad.
Now his son Paco
Carries on his legacy
He shoes 'em just like Ernie did
It's like poetry to see.
He left behind two grandkids
Their names are Brendt and Chad
And if he coulod see those boys today
I know he would be glad.
Ernie was my inspiration
And I guess that he still is
And I still talk to him sometimes
Just as though he still lived.
I'm sure proud to say I knew him
And that I could call him friend
And he sure did leave an empty space
That only time will mend.
But, I can still see his face a-smilin'
Through the mare's tails in the sky
Ernie's memory lives forever
He was just that kind of guy!
IN FOND MEMORY
FEBRUARY 13, 1994
© Copyright 2010 Wendy Brown-Barry