{"id":17031,"date":"2021-12-01T00:54:54","date_gmt":"2021-12-01T00:54:54","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/?p=17031"},"modified":"2021-11-30T19:56:55","modified_gmt":"2021-11-30T19:56:55","slug":"horse-manure","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/2021\/12\/01\/horse-manure\/","title":{"rendered":"Horse Manure"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Bryce Angell – The outdoors has always been a large part of my life. My father was an outfitter and guide for 35 years and I was there to shoe and care for the horses and help him do the cooking. We took many great trips into the Yellowstone area. Even now that I\u2019m older, we still ride into the Tetons, Yellowstone and surrounding areas. My poems are mostly of personal experience. I am now retired and enjoying life to the fullest. I plan to do more riding and writing.<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

My grandson pinched his nose as he was gagging every breath. I swear he acted like he might just suffocate to death.<\/p>\n

I\u2019d have to say most people turn their nose from horse manure. The pungent smell is too much for their sniffer to endure<\/p>\n

For me the smell of horse manure brings back old memories. I can\u2019t forget those evening smells brought in by summer\u2019s breeze.<\/p>\n

While on the farm we did our chores before we went to school. We tried to keep our boots clean. \u2018Twas my mother\u2019s family rule.<\/p>\n

One morning feeding horses, they would not cooperate. There was no time to clean my boots \u2018cuz I was running late.<\/p>\n

So, my English teacher told me, \u201cThrow those filthy boots away.\u201d I told him, \u201cI don\u2019t think so, but I\u2019ll walk on out today.\u201d<\/p>\n

My agriculture teacher didn\u2019t mind the horse manure. But said, \u201cWhen taking English, clean the horse manure for sure.\u201d<\/p>\n

So, I didn\u2019t push my luck. From then I cleaned \u2018em till they shone. \u2018Cuz horse manure in English class was scorned. Carved in stone.<\/p>\n

One day my father told me, \u201cLoad the truck with horse manure. Haul it to your grandma. If she runs out, get her more.\u201d<\/p>\n

I mulched in all the garden till grandma told me, \u201cTime to stop.\u201d And to this day I\u2019ve never seen a finer tomato crop.<\/p>\n

I gulped down ripe tomatoes. Didn\u2019t care what made them grow. Did they have a hint of horse manure? Not one bit, so you know.<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve shoveled horse manure from trucks and trailers half my life. I love it when I see the shoveling coming from my wife.<\/p>\n

As long as there are horses, there\u2019ll be plenty horse manure. And if your nose is sensitive, start shoveling. That\u2019s the cure.<\/p>\n

\u00a0 <\/span>\u2013 Bryce Angell<\/i><\/b><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

My grandson pinched his nose as he was gagging every breath. I swear he acted like he might just suffocate to death. I\u2019d have to say most people turn their nose from horse manure. The pungent smell is too much for their sniffer to endure For me the smell of horse manure brings back old […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"tdm_status":"","tdm_grid_status":"","_pvb_checkbox_block_on_post":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[160,2],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-17031","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-cowboy-poetry","7":"category-commentary"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17031","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=17031"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17031\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":17032,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/17031\/revisions\/17032"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17031"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=17031"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/woodriverweekly.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=17031"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}