~With Grace~ A saddle at rest has so very much to say Even as it sits so perfectly on display Its smell of tooled leather old an worn Silver conchos shine and the lariat rests on the horn The days ride upon hide has its own life A kind of harmony without any sort of strife The Cowboy mounts this tightened down saddle Boot in spur and you hear the sound of its crackle Cowboy, pony and saddle, all three as one for a day of ridin fun Just a slight twist of the wrist and their off to follow the sun The colored desert is calling their name You can almost see them take flight, like an eagle just the same On the dusty trail is where everything sings And they stop to quench their thirst in one of Gods springs Its Heavens wish with grace for beautiful days like this As the calm of the day leads to a warm night of pure bliss A saddle at rest has so very much to say Come sit and ride with me, our dreams are just down yonder way ~Poem and Photo by Teresa Parisi
Posted on: Mon, 19 Jan 2015 04:13:23 +0000
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