Poetry Of The

 

 

And Other Frontier Experiences

 

By

Dave Rhodes

 

 

MOST OF MY POEMS are based on the true-life experiences of my great-grandfather, Howard Ransom Egan, his brother, Richard Erastus Egan, and their father, Major Howard Egan.

            All three of these men were involved in the Pony Express. Major Howard Egan was the superintendent of the line between Salt Lake City and Roberts Creek, Nevada. He was the first rider to bring the mail by Pony Express to Salt Lake City.  Before the Pony Express he was responsible for establishing the mail route between Salt Lake and California.  Howard Ransom and Richard Erastus were involved in transporting the mail by stage, and the Pony Express when it came along.  At the age of 16 Howard was the first person to drive the mail stage from Salt Lake to California.  Richard was well known for his riding skill and his fast horse, Miss Lightning.

             Several poems (Out Here at Butte Station, We're The Riders, Reaching Their Peak) attempt to capture the flavor of Pony Express life in general rather than an individual experience.  Although it was not, Out Here at Butte Station could easily have been written about Bid Boyd who was a keeper at Butte Station (also called Desert Station and now known as Boyd Station) who continued to live at the location many years after the Pony Express.  A number of poems, however, are about specific events and people.  For example, Bucking Bally describes the fate of the substitute rider for Richard Erastus Egan; Take Me Back To Tullamore tries to express the feelings of Major Howard Egan, alone on the vast desert, as he was trying to establish the mail route to California; and The Indian, No Legs contains many of the actual sentences written by Howard Ransom Egan as he described an encounter in the western Utah desert.

            A few other poems have nothing to do with the Pony Express or frontier life. The inspiration for The Musical Horse came to me while visiting a ranch where a particular horse gave new meaning to the word, "musical."

             If there was one objective of my poetry it would be to express the true feelings of the men and boys of the Pony Express and the early western pioneers, while avoiding the clichés and generalities sometimes used to describe the early western life and people.  

                        Dave Rhodes