Cowboy Poetry – Truly Speakin’ By Amy Elizabeth

By May 24, 2010 poetry



Truly Speakin’

The ol’ paint mare maybe ain’t what she was,
And showin’ her age in most everything she does.
She’s all hair’d up before the first winter’s snow,
And a bit stiff behind, but it don’t hardly much show.

There’s somethin’ to be said ‘bout a horse gettin’ old,
A trustworthy mount is worth every penny her weight in gold.
Like her, I take in stride the days when my bones go to achin’,
Turnin’ a blind eye, as if I hadn’t noticed my youths been taken.

She’s good fer a roll, but it’s just once over, ‘nstead of again and again,
An’ as fer me, I still get my kicks, but these days it’s just now and then.
I used to sleep in, now I’m up with the chickens most every single day,
An’ that paints’ still down while the colts run the fence hollerin’ for hay.

I may turn in early feelin’ all wored out, and sometimes wake up stiff and sore,
But truly speakin’ I ain’t much good at admittin’ some work ain’t so easy anymore.
That mares’ in a bar shoe and her hocks are creaky, but she’s travelin’ sound,
Perhaps our usefulness is the wisdom we can share on a new trail ain’t yet found.

Truly Speakin’©2009
From her upcoming book Trail of Trials – A Collection of Western Folk Poetry
amyichi@yahoo.com

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