Old sparky and Joe

[Word Painter]

OLD SPARKY AND JOE


Cowboy Joe and his old horse
both were now growing old;
They’d rode on many a path
They were curious and bold
But they’d known fun days of yesterday
but it weren’t the same today
Joe sure loved Old Sparky;
“Good friend” you’d hear him say

Old Sparky had been wild,
trained ‘a twisting bronc’ for cowpokes to ride
But old Joe bought him for himself;
Kept ‘em close to his very side
There’d been a kinship felt between
the two of them you see;
One could tell they were meant for each other
T’was as plain as it could be

It started with Joe, broad of shoulder,
with legs mighty close to the ground
Who’d hired on a spell or so
working as a cowboy clown
It didn’t satisfy his needs enough,
so back to new trails he would go
He bought young Sparky with his very last dime;
By ‘itself’ that was quite a show

When they come to narrow trails,
Cowboy Joe and Sparky would walk
Side by side in companionship
and in silent communion they’d talk
Joe’d never wanted to marry
and a long life bachelor he’d be
For the call of the next road to be ventured
was all that they could see

He believed in a higher being
and called him Papa God
He knowed he’d made the heavens
and he knowed he’d made the sod
While he didn’t have his own Bible
to guide him down the way
He was one smart cowboy
He held its words in his heart each day

At night by bushes or a tree lined space,
maybe with water close by
Joe and Sparky would find ‘em a camp,
and Joe would slide down with a sigh
He’d hunt a rabbit or fish if he could,
while Sparky grazed grass from the ground
And when the shadows covered the earth,
they'd know that night had come round

Joe’d make a fire for the cookin’ and warmth.
Sparky from him would not roam
And for the duration of a night or so
this camp would be their home
Before he rolled out the blankets,
he kept stored near an old saddle bag
He’d gather up his saddle
With it as a pillow, his head would soon sag

But first he’d sit at the fireside
His eyes would be fixed on the flame
And say “Papa God, if I done bad today,
forgive me. I know I’m to blame
I’ll be saying your special prayer
not so fancy with words that I know
And I pray you will be patient
for I’ve gotten old and slow

My father way on up there,
Holy be Your name
May it be on earth as in Heaven,
though I know it ain’t the same
Me and Sparky would welcome you
whenever you choose to come
But until then, we’ll wait patiently here
and pray your will is done

I thank you for providing us
with food and drink each day
And for keeping me from temptation
as we plod along the way
Thanks for helping me deal with the devil
He’s a mighty cunning snake
He kinda sneaks up on us,
tries to help us make mistakes

I know you are right merciful
and have power wide and deep
I pray you grant me and old Sparky
a safe and peaceful sleep
We’ve both grown old together
and Old Sparky you let me love
I pray you’ll grant pasture and water for him
when we’ve both rode on above

And having talked some more to God
and said a fond Amen
He gathered up his blankets a
nd bunked down near his friend
The day would come when a passerby
found Joe and Old Sparky gone
And knowed their souls had flown away
with the coming of the dawn

For if only in imagination,
we hope that there will be
A place for Joe and Sparky
to rest beneath a tree
Near jeweled grass with clover
like Gems growing to their knees
For we know God loved that cowboy Joe
and surely heard his pleas

Finished 8 a.m. Sunday 5-23-04 © Vickey Stamps

authors note: I have over 40 stories, many inspirational. Several years ago, I made up eight and a half inch or page size booklets and sold them with about 30 or so of my cowboy story/poems. Fifty percent of my profit was donated to the cancer society to help fight cancer. Old Sparky and Joe is from that collection. Unless I was told so in error, the good Lord loved a horse as well. I hope you enjoyed this!


OLD SPARKY AND JOE


Cowboy Joe and his old horse
both were now growing old;
They’d rode on many a path
They were curious and bold
But they’d known fun days of yesterday
but it weren’t the same today
Joe sure loved Old Sparky;
“Good friend” you’d hear him say

Old Sparky had been wild,
trained ‘a twisting bronc’ for cowpokes to ride
But old Joe bought him for himself;
Kept ‘em close to his very side
There’d been a kinship felt between
the two of them you see;
One could tell they were meant for each other
T’was as plain as it could be

It started with Joe, broad of shoulder,
with legs mighty close to the ground
Who’d hired on a spell or so
working as a cowboy clown
It didn’t satisfy his needs enough,
so back to new trails he would go
He bought young Sparky with his very last dime;
By ‘itself’ that was quite a show

When they come to narrow trails,
Cowboy Joe and Sparky would walk
Side by side in companionship
and in silent communion they’d talk
Joe’d never wanted to marry
and a long life bachelor he’d be
For the call of the next road to be ventured
was all that they could see

He believed in a higher being
and called him Papa God
He knowed he’d made the heavens
and he knowed he’d made the sod
While he didn’t have his own Bible
to guide him down the way
He was one smart cowboy
He held its words in his heart each day

At night by bushes or a tree lined space,
maybe with water close by
Joe and Sparky would find ‘em a camp,
and Joe would slide down with a sigh
He’d hunt a rabbit or fish if he could,
while Sparky grazed grass from the ground
And when the shadows covered the earth,
they'd know that night had come round

Joe’d make a fire for the cookin’ and warmth.
Sparky from him would not roam
And for the duration of a night or so
this camp would be their home
Before he rolled out the blankets,
he kept stored near an old saddle bag
He’d gather up his saddle
With it as a pillow, his head would soon sag

But first he’d sit at the fireside
His eyes would be fixed on the flame
And say “Papa God, if I done bad today,
forgive me. I know I’m to blame
I’ll be saying your special prayer
not so fancy with words that I know
And I pray you will be patient
for I’ve gotten old and slow

My father way on up there,
Holy be Your name
May it be on earth as in Heaven,
though I know it ain’t the same
Me and Sparky would welcome you
whenever you choose to come
But until then, we’ll wait patiently here
and pray your will is done

I thank you for providing us
with food and drink each day
And for keeping me from temptation
as we plod along the way
Thanks for helping me deal with the devil
He’s a mighty cunning snake
He kinda sneaks up on us,
tries to help us make mistakes

I know you are right merciful
and have power wide and deep
I pray you grant me and old Sparky
a safe and peaceful sleep
We’ve both grown old together
and Old Sparky you let me love
I pray you’ll grant pasture and water for him
when we’ve both rode on above

And having talked some more to God
and said a fond Amen
He gathered up his blankets a
nd bunked down near his friend
The day would come when a passerby
found Joe and Old Sparky gone
And knowed their souls had flown away
with the coming of the dawn

For if only in imagination,
we hope that there will be
A place for Joe and Sparky
to rest beneath a tree
Near jeweled grass with clover
like Gems growing to their knees
For we know God loved that cowboy Joe
and surely heard his pleas

Finished 8 a.m. Sunday 5-23-04 © Vickey Stamps

authors note: I have over 40 stories, many inspirational. Several years ago, I made up eight and a half inch or page size booklets and sold them with about 30 or so of my cowboy story/poems. Fifty percent of my profit was donated to the cancer society to help fight cancer. Old Sparky and Joe is from that collection. Unless I was told so in error, the good Lord loved a horse as well. I hope you enjoyed this!


OLD SPARKY AND JOE


Cowboy Joe and his old horse
both were now growing old;
They’d rode on many a path
They were curious and bold
But they’d known fun days of yesterday
but it weren’t the same today
Joe sure loved Old Sparky;
“Good friend” you’d hear him say

Old Sparky had been wild,
trained ‘a twisting bronc’ for cowpokes to ride
But old Joe bought him for himself;
Kept ‘em close to his very side
There’d been a kinship felt between
the two of them you see;
One could tell they were meant for each other
T’was as plain as it could be

It started with Joe, broad of shoulder,
with legs mighty close to the ground
Who’d hired on a spell or so
working as a cowboy clown
It didn’t satisfy his needs enough,
so back to new trails he would go
He bought young Sparky with his very last dime;
By ‘itself’ that was quite a show

When they come to narrow trails,
Cowboy Joe and Sparky would walk
Side by side in companionship
and in silent communion they’d talk
Joe’d never wanted to marry
and a long life bachelor he’d be
For the call of the next road to be ventured
was all that they could see

He believed in a higher being
and called him Papa God
He knowed he’d made the heavens
and he knowed he’d made the sod
While he didn’t have his own Bible
to guide him down the way
He was one smart cowboy
He held its words in his heart each day

At night by bushes or a tree lined space,
maybe with water close by
Joe and Sparky would find ‘em a camp,
and Joe would slide down with a sigh
He’d hunt a rabbit or fish if he could,
while Sparky grazed grass from the ground
And when the shadows covered the earth,
they'd know that night had come round

Joe’d make a fire for the cookin’ and warmth.
Sparky from him would not roam
And for the duration of a night or so
this camp would be their home
Before he rolled out the blankets,
he kept stored near an old saddle bag
He’d gather up his saddle
With it as a pillow, his head would soon sag

But first he’d sit at the fireside
His eyes would be fixed on the flame
And say “Papa God, if I done bad today,
forgive me. I know I’m to blame
I’ll be saying your special prayer
not so fancy with words that I know
And I pray you will be patient
for I’ve gotten old and slow

My father way on up there,
Holy be Your name
May it be on earth as in Heaven,
though I know it ain’t the same
Me and Sparky would welcome you
whenever you choose to come
But until then, we’ll wait patiently here
and pray your will is done

I thank you for providing us
with food and drink each day
And for keeping me from temptation
as we plod along the way
Thanks for helping me deal with the devil
He’s a mighty cunning snake
He kinda sneaks up on us,
tries to help us make mistakes

I know you are right merciful
and have power wide and deep
I pray you grant me and old Sparky
a safe and peaceful sleep
We’ve both grown old together
and Old Sparky you let me love
I pray you’ll grant pasture and water for him
when we’ve both rode on above

And having talked some more to God
and said a fond Amen
He gathered up his blankets a
nd bunked down near his friend
The day would come when a passerby
found Joe and Old Sparky gone
And knowed their souls had flown away
with the coming of the dawn

For if only in imagination,
we hope that there will be
A place for Joe and Sparky
to rest beneath a tree
Near jeweled grass with clover
like Gems growing to their knees
For we know God loved that cowboy Joe
and surely heard his pleas

Finished 8 a.m. Sunday 5-23-04 © Vickey Stamps

authors note: I have over 40 stories, many inspirational. Several years ago, I made up eight and a half inch or page size booklets and sold them with about 30 or so of my cowboy story/poems. Fifty percent of my profit was donated to the cancer society to help fight cancer. Old Sparky and Joe is from that collection. Unless I was told so in error, the good Lord loved a horse as well. I hope you enjoyed this!

[Word Painter]

Books no longer in print. I could only afford to print out a few for resell. One of the stories was about a wolf dog named COURAGE. If I can find it, I will post it, for what I hope will be your enjoyment. It happens to be one of my favorite story/poems.