02/04/2024
To the family and friends of Kody Menteer, I didn’t really know what to say when I posted the pictures, so I thought I would just share this poem written by Craig Priday. I think that the two work well together. ❤️🐎. His words are amazing and I hope people that have not heard them will hear them through this post….
“Kody James"
The people in my life and how they came to be,
When I think about it, is a mystery to me.
I'm told you can't pick your family but more than once I have discovered
Sometimes unexpectedly a friend becomes your brother.
I cannot recall the first time that I met Kody Menteer
But I'm sure we was at a party and probably drinking beer.
And neither could I tell when we became good friends,
This easy, natural bond between me and him.
I saw alot of myself in him and so the story goes
Like a couple of rutting bucks running hard after some does
We'd talk of horses and women; of wild oats we had sown,
We'd talk about the crazies, the freaks, and the good ones we had known.
As iron sharpens iron, we both learned from one another
We were kindred souls- like a big and little brother.
There wasn't a time I seen him when he wasn't battered, bruised, or sore;
He was tougher'n Chinese algebra; He was cowboy to the core.
He was hard on equipment and he was hell on mules
And it wasn't nothing to him to slide down on a longhorned bull.
There was no backup in him, he'd fight at the drop of a hat
And if he liked you, he stood with you. Who's got a friend like that?
He'd work a job to make a living, 'cause we all got bills to pay;
Sometimes shoeing horses, cutting wood, or making hay.
He could turn a wrench, pour concrete, or help you work your cattle
But if you knew him then you knew his favorite job was in the saddle.
He'd say, " If I could make a living riding horses that could buck,
I wouldn't be broke as Hell and I could fix up this old truck!"
There were some who'd call him restless, say he needs to settle down.
They didn't know how it stirred his heart to hear them hoofbeats hit the ground.
Who can tame a wild spirit that's yearning to be free
When your passion is riding horses and you're riding down your dreams
As we all share our memories, of all the stories that are told,
The best ones, in my opinion, are about all the horses that he rode.
Now Kody had a horse we all know as Tiny Tim.
For all the cussing and a bucking, that horse was just like him.
Things would be going smooth, just be riding down the trail
When Tim would have enough of Kody and start bucking all to Hell.
He'd line him out, we'd make a joke, then carry on with our ride;
The fact that Kody rode a mustang had never come as no surprise.
He'd give you the shirt off his back and was quick with a smile,
To say he was kind-hearted would be to put it ever so mild.
He loved his family and his friends, put his heart in everything he did
But when came to being a dad, his world was them two kids.
From the observation deck of my aged position,
Watching him become a father was a proud transition.
You could see it on his face; you could hear it when he was talking
To him, being a dad, well, there was no higher calling.
Yes, Kody was my friend and there's so much more that I could say;
I'll miss his face terribly and love him til my dying day.
He was an inspiration to me, as much as then as now
So I hope he's up in heaven riding horses and chasing cows...
So Kody, if you can hear me, I miss the Hell outta you,
Give Red a hug for me and tell him I miss him too.
I'll crack a cold beer in your honor, I'll have one or ten
And I'll drink to your memory til we can ride them trails together again.
C.T. Priday
01-24-2024