how i adored prince, he had been trained to work in the movies, elegant blood bay gelding prince knew dressage, was sidestep dancing elegance on parade,
prince had rubbed shoulders with trigger and buttermilk, with champion and fury,
been ridden by john wayne, henry fonda and james stewart,
he had danced down the streets of pasadena in the rose parade along with the “rich and famous"" of our celluloid dreams
what joys we shared in my daydreams of hollywood heros rescuing fair damsels from distress, of arch villains, and black knights on chargers bold set to destroy my camelot or steal my homestead, mounted on one of their steeds, with me, the hero, mounted on prince racing through the citrus groves one stride ahead of celluloid bandits...
A beautiful photo and description. Horses are beautiful animals. I enjoyed your story in the poetry. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote
What a treasure and what adventures and excitement riding him must have provided. The picture shows such spirit in a show off fashion some horses have.
Such beautiful horses... I remember falling in love with black beauty but as a city girl I never rode a horse until a vacation I took and went on a trail ride.
A lot of people live for the day in which they spot someone famous, for whatever fame they've achieved. To have directly interacted with a creature so beautiful and celebrated, having worked with a 'Who's Who' of Hollywood royalty, is a stunning reality which would be impossible to forget. Thank you for sharing the story of this wonderful steed! take care...dan
i love this...i watched all of those shows back in the days when they were actually first aired---and i remember most of the names of the horses from those shows---and what about diablo and loco?
maybe they were pen pals...
you really brought the days of the old westerns alive in this piece.
And then, came Prince's unbearable love interest. Even though, he was a gelding, he still got a blood lust every time Roy and Dale would come a calling, riding up with their dog Bullet just to their rear. It was always a gay time when they would visit. And later on Pat Brady would drive up with his jeep Nelliebelle and it would drive Prince crazy at the sight and sounds of Nelliebellie.
I am so far removed from this world that has only existed for me in dreams brought about by movies...I did, however, have a bicycle I named Silver (I made sure it was silver when my folks purchased it) and with toy guns and cowboy hat I'd chase those pesky bandits all over the village... thans for bringing back those memories with you piece, Jeannemarie...
I enjoyed this poem as it brought me back to the days that I would go to the Rose Parade as a child. We lived close and my family on my Mothers and Fathers side all lived close to the area. Also we often randomly saw actors and actresses around town. A nice poem Jeannemarie.