Starts out so slippery,
Like walking on ice.
Then it rains again,
Here once or twice.
When it gets ankle deep,
Seems pretty rough.
Sticking to boots,
And to your pants cuff.
Then it rains again here,
A couple more times.
Turning ankle deep mud,
Into shin deep slime.
Horse feed past through the horse,
Is then dropped.
Landing on mud,
With resounding plop.
The hooves of the horses,
Mix it quite well.
Adding it's fragrance,
To it's unique smell.
As you step and sink,
To your boot top.
A bottom you hope your foot to stop.
Your standing there,
With your foot in a vise.
While others there with you,
Are shouting advice.
Tilt your foot forward,
And wiggle it free.
As your standing there,
In mud to your knee.
Standing there knee deep in the trap,
Mormon Lake Mud,
Mixed with horse crap.

Composed while at "High Mountain Trail Rides"
Mormon Lake, Arizona...2013
By a fella known as Sam to his friends.