the grit at the core

they start ’em young, they start ’em wild, some say with more toughness than thinking.

but thinking is a sport with a hundred-fold child, and the brain it fills up what it’s drinking.

and some men they drink what the hard earth drudge up, for them taming harshness is the water

the sweat they pour back comes while hooting “Gidjap”, and the softness they keep in their daughter.

the world it is changing, but not for all folk, some keep their ear to the horse hooves.

and some ride the lowers till the rope spit its choke, and they keep to the older world’s moves