Dances with Cows – Upton Wyoming
Compadre traveled to Wyoming for one reason I believe – and like all exquisite mysteries, which escape human design. He came to the Cowboy State for his final performance. He did not dance his last to instruments made by men, nor to the voice of men, nor in a groomed arena. He danced to music made by God on a piece of virgin earth. The cattle sang for him. The western sun was his spot light, a clear blue sky and the silver sage decorated the stage. Those who watched him were his rider’s brothers under the skin and they took leave of the chore at hand to watch a dancing horse’s farewell performance.
How fitting that they didn’t know and simply went on with their work afterword. It’s the Cowboy Way. True greatness leaves with quiet dignity. The most spectacular sunset is silent – as are many of God’s finest visual works of art in Nature…. A peacock feather, a stand of Aspen in the fall, the Grand Tetons. How fitting that a horse whose life has been spectacular would take his leave with subtlety.
Shery Jespersen
