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Cowboy Poetry and Western Verse
Boots and Saddles
by William K Baker Jr.
In the early morning darkness she rises,
Lowering her feet to the floor,
No stranger to pain or heartache,
She wakes and moves for the horses sake,
Reaching for jeans and leathers,
Boots and a hat with no fancy feathers,
She ventures forth to face the day,
Never a stranger to the fray,
Hair pulled back and kerchief tight,
She transcends the dark of night,
Blonde locks bound by hat and pride,
Faithful hounds pad along at her side,
Her footprints through the morning frost,
Will give way to the dust of the day,
Hours from now, she will be hot and tired,
But never shall the cost be counted or lost,
She reaches the barn and touches her mare,
Sleek hair and gentle stare,
Shasta is her spoken name,
As she gently caresses her mane,
Bridle, blanket, and saddle,
And lead from the barn,
This is real, not the stuff of yarns,
Lightly she leaps to saddle,
In the distance the barrels call,
And on this mount she will not fall,
With no doubts her racing best is due.
For she is a horse trainer tried and true
Copyright 2011
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