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Goldfinch60



So long ago it happened,

Cowboys would ride their horses,

Ride them during the day

Being able to see,

See where they were going.

But when the darkness fell

They could not see,

So they hung lanterns,

Hung lanterns on the saddles.

They could then see,

See the trail more easily.

That is when it started

And was the earliest form,

The earliest form of navigation,

Called saddle light navigation.

  • Author: Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: November 24th, 2024 02:03
  • Comment from author about the poem: Just a bit of a laugh.
  • Category: Humor
  • Views: 36
  • Users favorite of this poem: Teddy.15, Cheeky Missy
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  • Neville



    I thought this was going to be about a pub or one of your favourite watering holes 🐧

    • Goldfinch60

      Sorry not this time Neville, maybe next time.

      Andy

    • orchidee

      Good write Gold. lol.

    • Teddy.15

      LOL informative dear Andy. 🌹

      • Goldfinch60

        Thank you Teddy, I do try to help people.

        Andy

      • Doggerel Dave

        Well it is really good to know how it all began - I see we are up to date with those luminescent hoops which allow you to play croquet all night, Andy. 👍

        • Goldfinch60

          So true Dave.

          The only problem is that sometimes when we strike the balls our lights go out. LOL

          Andhy

        • arqios

          Lanterns as headLamps in the first horseless carriages as well. Interesting!

          • Goldfinch60

            Thank you arqios.

            Andy

          • sorenbarrett

            Very clever Andy. A fun play on words that left me smiling. Thank you for the laugh.

            • Goldfinch60

              If I can make people smile I have done my job soren. Thank you.

              Andy

            • Jerry Reynolds

              Good write, Andy. Horses know where they are going. They can see for miles, (in the dark) hear and smell forever. A bale of hay, fresh water, people talking, other horses. You sleep in the saddle and they will wind up in one of those places. Horses and stables are one event.

              • Goldfinch60

                Thank you Jerry for the information,, much appreciated.

                Andy

              • Cassie58

                Funny Andy. You carried it through to the ending. You also gave some great imagery.

                • Goldfinch60

                  Most kind Cassie, thank you.

                  Andy



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