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Ode to a Saddle (based upon a picture in a poetry contest)
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Ode to a Saddle (based upon a picture in a poetry contest) |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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Ten feet of braided rawhide, Across the saddle’s swells- The wear was more than evident- A story plain it tells. The man who’d bought and used them- Is now a memory… But Jack was quite a cowboy- And looking back I see… He taught me much of horses, To judge them by their eyes; To judge a man’s work ethics, For hard work never lies. Now looking at his rigging- I quietly contemplate… He saddled his own horses, And carried his own weight. (this poem was written in response to a picture of a saddle with a stock whip hanging from the horn on another site.) |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
Thank you for sharing this! I really likw the way you tell a story. Lori |
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JerryPat Senior Member
since 2010-10-30
Posts 1991Louisiana/America |
Hey! Very nicely done, Gunslinger. I can almost hear Marty Robbins singing this with the rest of his gunfighter ballads. |
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s1nfully_1nn0c3nt Senior Member
since 2003-10-26
Posts 1105Watertown, NY |
Flows wonderfully, Enjoyed. -Trina. |
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