Mystic


This poem, Mystic, was originally posted on my website, http://www.meganoteri.wordpress.com, that was dedicated to all things rodeo.  I recently made the website password protected to prevent further photo piracy.  I am figuring out what to do about that website.  Lots of left brain stuff has to happen before I make my next move with that website.  So, for now, we will continue our right brain magic here at memomuse.  Oh, how I love the right brain!

For the record, I used to be a Special Education teacher (I was a teacher for 13 years — now I am a stay-at-home mom and freelance writer and photographer), and when I had to get IEP (Individual Education Plan) paperwork ready for IEP meetings, I was a left brained rock star.  I do have a left brain, and a whole brain, but I love me some right brain muse, where color and poetry seeps out like a river running wild, wrapping itself elegantly around a mountain.  So, with that being said, here is a poem I wrote in 2009 in Cheyenne, Wyoming, as the last of the rodeo trailers, cowboys, cowgirls, horses, and people left Frontier Park, when Cheyenne Frontier Days ended.  The photo of this beautiful horse (sepia print) I named Mystic, was one of the last horses in the stalls.  She and I had ourselves a right brained conversation.

I love horses!  What I appreciate and love even more, are the people who take care of them.

It is a lot of work to take care of a horse.  A friend of mine (shout out TJ) recently was up all night, sleeping on and off in her barn, taking care of and loving her horse, who had an injury.  So this is a shout out to all horse lovers and for the people who take care of horses.

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Mystic ~ Photo by Megan Oteri © All Rights Reserved

Mystic

After the rodeo fans

leave

and the cowboys drive off

to the next rodeo

the horses graze under a sunlit sky

the emptiness of Frontier Park stands still

hearts ache for 2010

and the next time they’ll see each other at The Daddy

horses hold patience while feeding

and an intangible sadness calms the lull

off in the distance are

rodeo cowboys driving down long winding roads

to another ride

another rose

under a sunset somewhere across Western landscape

Poem by Megan Oteri

April is National Poetry Month (this post was originally written in April 2012).  Cowboy Poetry week is April 15 – 21.  Do you know any cowboy poets or cowgirl poets?  I am looking for cowboy poets on the PBR and PRCA rodeo circuit for an article I am writing on Cowboy Poetry.  If you know of any poetic cowboys or cowgirls, tell them to give me a shout.   They can contact me at memomuse@gmail.com.

“Up the Down Staircase” ~ Photo by Megan Oteri © All Rights Reserved ~ Photo of a cowboy going up the stairs in the cowboy ready area.

I think it is rather serendipitous that my photo of Wyoming cowboy poet and country crooner, Chris LeDoux was up for voting the week of Cowboy Poetry week.  Voting started April 16 for my photo of Chris.  Here is a link to the photo, Chris LeDoux, on Talenthouse.  You can become a supporter today and you will get an email reminder from Talenthouse telling you when voting opens.  I am a fan of reminders.  I will also be posting a story about meeting Chris LeDoux at Cheyenne Frontier Days in 2003.  He is a special man and oh, those sparkly eyes and beautiful smile, can make a Wyoming girl blush.  Chris and I went to the same high school in Cheyenne (not at the same time): Cheyenne Central.  Go Indians!  I promise it is a good one.

Here is a video of one of my favorite Chris LeDoux songs: This Cowboy Hat

Also, check out the  Chris LeDoux official website, run by his son, Will LeDoux.  When you go to the website, you will be greeted by Chris’ music.   Check out the tab that says, One Ride, while you are on the website too.  One Ride is a musical that depicts the life of a rodeo cowboy, set to Chris LeDoux’s music.  I can’t wait to see the musical when it comes to a theater near me.  Shout out in the comments if you have seen it.  I am writing a guest post on, Lost in E Minor, about it.  I would love to hear your thoughts on it.  Also, shout out if you want and share your thoughts on Chris LeDoux.

And I will leave you with a quote I really like.

“Why not just do something a little on the gentle side.” ~ Chris LeDoux

Please vote for my photo, “Smile”  today.  It is the last day to vote. Here is the link to the photo.  I just need enough votes to get in the top 50 so they judges will look at it.  Talenthouse is American Idol for artists.  You can also read this post,  to learn more about the cowboy in the photo — professional bull rider, Clint Craig.

Thank you for your support.

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I’m Just Happy to Be Here


“I’m Just Happy to Be Here”

This is the best Chris LeDoux picture I have.  In fact, it might be my all time favorite of the country crooners series.  A true Wyoming cowboy.  Wyoming cowboy true and true — he had the most beautiful sparkle in his eyes.  I was able to get a quick run up to the truck chance to ask Chris LeDoux any question.

My inside man, Thumper, who worked the left back behind the chute gate at Cheyenne Frontier Days said, “Be behind the chutes at 5.”   I had been shooting the rodeo all day and the hot July sun had me exhausted.  Truth be told, I needed a quick nap and a shower.

I didn’t have batteries for my Pentax camera.  I did, indeed, have my notebook and tape recorder, though.  So I hung out.   Thumper said it would be worth my time.

Chris walked in and out of the tan dusty, empty chutes with the Japanese film crew, who were doing a documentary on him.  The chutes were absent of the noise and the beautiful clutter and clang of spurs, boots, chaps, and the colorful cowboys.  The clutter free chutes, absent of cowboys and animals, were enchanting.  I got to tag along, thanks to my inside man, Thumper.   I remember I was told to be absolutely quiet.  Not a word from the rookie.  So I kept real quiet and just watched Chris.  The contrast of the Japanese short men and him, against the empty chutes, backdropped against a crisp July Wyoming sky was striking.  Chris just had an ease to ease.

Chris got in the CFD pick up truck, after the film crew finished the segment.  Some silver fox cowboy of a committee chairman was driving.  Chris was in the passenger’s side, leaning out, smilin’, with his crisp clean white cotton country sleeve shirt on. The truck was about to zoom off.

It looked out of place, all big and red there parked dead square in the middle of the cowboy ready area — all cowboys cleared out — not a cowboy anywhere.

I skipped over there, as Thumper, gave  me a clear Wyoming handlebar mustache look and said, “Now’s your chance, kid.”

So, I was nervous as all hell and grinning from ear to ear.  I giggled out, looking into his Montana sky blue eyes, that glistened gorgeous, and said,

“Thoughts on being at the Daddy?”  Holding out my handy-dandy tape recorder right up to his chin.

Wyoming cowboy and poet crooned out with that truer than true Wyoming glimmer, “Just happy to be here.”  It was one of those moments you only hear in a country song. I was lucky enough to experience it with a legendary cowboy.

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Please vote for my photo of Chris LeDoux: http://www.talenthouse.com/creativeinvites/preview/a0f9dff66f714fed1a26d107a29d7516/507  As promised, I sang for my supper (your vote).  I hope you enjoyed the story and you enjoy the photo.  I just love me some country.

“I’m Just Happy to Be Here”


This is the best Chris LeDoux picture I have.  In fact, it might be my all time favorite of the country crooners series.  A true Wyoming cowboy.  Wyoming cowboy true and true — he had the most beautiful sparkle in his eyes.  I was able to get a quick run up to the pick-up truck chance to ask Chris LeDoux any question.

My inside man, Thumper, who worked the left back behind the chute gate said, “Be behind the shoots at 5.”  I didn’t have batteries for my Pentax.    I did, indeed, have my notebook and tape recorder, though.  So I hung out.   He told me it would be worth my time.

Chris walked in and out of the tan dusty, empty chutes with the Japanese film crew, who were doing a documentary on him.  The chutes were absent of the noise and the beautiful clutter and clang of spurs, boots, chaps, and the colorful cowboys.  But the clutter free chutes of cowboys and animals was enchanting.  I got to tag along, thanks to my inside man, Thumper.   I remember I was told to be absolutely quiet.  Not a word from the amateur.  So I kept real quiet and just watched Chris.  The contrast of the Japanese short men and him, against the empty chutes, backdropped against a crisp July Wyoming sky.

Chris got in the CFD pick up truck, after the film crew finished the segment.  Some silver fox cowboy of a committee chairman was driving.  Chris was in the passenger’s side, leaning out, smilin’, with his with crisp clean white cotton country sleeve shirt on. The truck was about to zoom off.

It looked out of place, all big and red there parked square dead in the middle of the cowboy ready area.  All cowboys cleared out.  Not a cowboy anywhere.

I skipped over there, as Thumper, gave  me a clear Wyoming handlebar mustache look and said, “Now’s your chance kid.”

So, I was nervous as hell and grinning from ear to ear.  I giggled out, looking into his Montana sky blue blue eyes, that glistened gorgeous,

“Thoughts on being at the Daddy?”  Holding out my handy-dandy tape recorder.

Wyoming cowboy and poet crooned out with that truer than true Wyoming glimmer, “Just happy to be here.”  It was one of those moments you only hear in a country song. I was lucky enough to experience it with a legendary cowboy.

***

Please vote for my photo of Chris LeDoux: http://www.talenthouse.com/creativeinvites/preview/a0f9dff66f714fed1a26d107a29d7516/507  As promised, I sang for my supper (your vote).  I hope you enjoyed the story and you enjoy the photo.  I just love me some country!