He's Keepin' His Saddle

He used to stand tall
and the ladies admired him
he was always top hand
for any outfit that hired him
now his swagger’s turned shuffle
and he stands in a stoop
arthritis so bad
he can’t build a loop
he feels just like a boat
that ain’t got no paddle
the trail’s turnin’ cold
but he ain’t sold his saddle

Gone are the days
of carousin’ and fightin’
of honky tonk women
and forty rod lightnin’
his old boots still sit
at the foot of his bed
but these days he wearin’
his slippers instead
no more ridin’ and ropin’
and brandin’ his cattle
those days are long gone
but he ain’t sold his saddle

He’s keepin’ his saddle
his bridle and all
it hangs by his rope
on a hook on his wall
right next to a picture
of his old workin’ horse
he can’t hardly figure
how things could be worse
but he’s keepin’ his saddle

When we dig that cold ground
and we lay him to rest
he’ll be remembered by all
he was one of the best
and after each of us says
what we came there to say
he’ll git up in that saddle
and just ride away.

He's Keepin' His Saddle

Stephen  Van Tuyl

Cave Junction, United States

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Artist's Description

One of the other members of my band told me a while back that his old roping partner had been bucked off his horse and was busted up pretty bad. Well, some time passed and when I asked how he was doing John said " Not too good. I think He’s given up. He’s selling his saddle." The next day I wrote this poem and sent it to cowboy poet and national recording artist, Butch Martin. He liked it and it’s going to be on his next cd!
Needless to say, I’m stoked!

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