Game-y

The theme for Poetry today, Is Games our family liked to play.I'm not sure if they're games or not,But skiing and riding's what we got! 
My Sister. She only looks tough.In youth, I was a daring sort,A heedless, reckless charge-right-in.In games, activities and sports,In all events, through thick or thin.
My sister, she of softer mien,Would often follow where I led.On dusty trails or tracks unseen,The paths where ‘Angels fear to tread’ . . .
Upon Montana’s ski slopes there,A smooth trail beckoned through the woods.A path, the incandescent air,Promised everything that’s good.
But I’m a cowgirl to my toes,Even up upon the mountain side,I had one speed and t’wasn’t slow.My sister’s caution, I’d deride.
Spectacular and fast, my run,I made a final, breathless stop.Then waited for my Chris to come,And happily scanned the mountain top.
She didn’t show, I’m sure you’ve guessed.She’d fallen, twisted up her knee.And now her holiday was messedCause she’d been trying to catch me.
One summer, as we headed home,Bedecked in prairie dust and grime,From checking through the herds that roam,(And it was nearing supper time).
The lot fell to my sister there,To man the gate so we’d get through.She finished the small task with flair,Re-mount was all she had to do.
But as she slipped her foot intoThe stirrup, something went awry,Impatient me had spurred my horseAnd off t’ward home this goose did fly.
My sister’s horse did start to runAnd spilled her owner in the dirtA badly injured knee (not fun),And for my Sis, a world of hurt.
The message that I’ve tried to frameIn my telescopic, silly way,Is: We all know the one to blameAnd who the piper is we pay.
If adventure’s what you crave,If, into sports, you plow headfirst,Remember: Though they may seem brave,Avoid the cowgirls. They’re the worst!

Mondays do get knocked a lot,With poetry, we three besought,
To try to make the week begin
With pleasant thoughts--perhaps a grin?
So Jenny and Delores, we,
Have posted poems for you to see.
And now you've seen what we have brought . . .
Did we help?
Or did we not?
Next week, because it's harvest time,We'll talk of harvest. All in rhyme!