Vaquero Surfista (The Old Master)

This is one of my personal favorites....there are still men among us whose gift is so rare it transforms the relationship between man and horse and gives us a glimpse into what is truly possible. PT

When I was a kid I remember hearing a story about an old surfer who lived far out on a remote beach in Hawaii.The story went that he was so good locals would try and sneak out just to marvel at his amazing ability to become one with the sea. The old master never entered a single competition and when asked, his response was that he sought connection with the waves and to compete would have cheapened what he regarded as spiritual. I wrote this one for those amazing horseman I have met over the years for whom horses are truly a spiritual connection and who seek something special that few ever attain….a glimpse into the very soul of a horse and the chance to dance with the ancestors. Vaquero Surfisto translated means Cowboy Surfer…. I think that both share more than they realize…. Hope you like it. PT

Vaquero Surfista (The Old Master)

Vaquero Surfista they called the old master
Out on the edge where the plains met the sky
He rode a big buckskin with eyes of the devil
Legend said on him that cowboy could fly

Sun leaving eyes weathered and shattered
Calloused skin worn from the work of a hand
Sitting up straight a proud king on his throne
Surveying the treasure, this bold rugged land

Out on the breaks as the trail ends abruptly
He and the horse and no boundaries to feel
Only this man a good horse and the prairie
Riding for something just God would reveal

Chaps worn and stained from long riding
The old hand built wade carved with pride
Sitting a horse among angels in heaven
Awaiting the day when the angels will ride

Here in the world where some men ride for glory
Save for those few who chase one special prize
And out on the edge of the sweet sacred prairie
Vaquero Surfista rides waves through the skies

Ocean calls some men to ride with its spirit
Seek out and saddle what most cannot feel
And only the men who can harness the wild
Touch on the moments fine horses make real

All the young cowboys would gather at distance
To watch the old master ride waves in the sun
And only the horse and the angels from heaven
Knew the true story of what had been done

Life can be special and sacred to measure
Never to touch what their skills might unfold
Out on a horse feeling only one heartbeat
Painting like masters, sweet visions untold

Some spend their life in pursuit of a moment
Others are here for one sweet sacred chance
To witness perfection and ride with the angels
And share as the master invites us to dance
PT Muldoon