Saddletramp
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Seems there's been quite alittle discussion on our horses so I thought I'd throw my rope at this one.
SAND
It's already hot this morning As I step out into the sand.
How many times have I stood here In this drama between horse and man.
In the middle of this old round pen My saddle and gear I've let drop.
With his head high and tail flagging The roan circles me at a trot.
Oh, he's proud and trying to ignore me. He's been too long on the range.
Thinking that he's the boss hoss. Well, all that's about to be changed.
We meant to start him as a 2 year old But we got busy shipping you know.
'Sides, it wouldn't hurt to let him develop some. So we turned him out to let him grow.
We got him back in the next spring But that wire cut looked pretty deep.
It took plenty of time to get that healed And all the while he wasn't earning no keep.
So it's about time he's made to be useful He's big and he's tall and he's strong.
And today is as good as any to get started But it's a chore that's been put off too long.
The wife says to let them young fellers have him "You've stepped up on too many, you old fool."
She's right, you know. Some of them kids is good hands. But I take pride in sharpening my own tools.
Tho lately my hips' been a bother, And my knees are both kinda stiff.
Tho my years and skills give me the edge My fingers just aren't quite so quick.
Oh, I think once I get my loop on him. I'm sure he's gonna be alright.
And if he does decide to act wolfy, Well, it won't be my first saddle fight.
What the heck's the big deal anyway I've started bunches just like him…still can
But the years seem to temper my feelin' forked As I stand out here in the sand.
But the Bible says "To have dominion over…." And I've always took God's word to heart.
And as I raise my hand and make my throw I wonder if the roan read that part.
By Marty Blocker
2001
SAND
It's already hot this morning As I step out into the sand.
How many times have I stood here In this drama between horse and man.
In the middle of this old round pen My saddle and gear I've let drop.
With his head high and tail flagging The roan circles me at a trot.
Oh, he's proud and trying to ignore me. He's been too long on the range.
Thinking that he's the boss hoss. Well, all that's about to be changed.
We meant to start him as a 2 year old But we got busy shipping you know.
'Sides, it wouldn't hurt to let him develop some. So we turned him out to let him grow.
We got him back in the next spring But that wire cut looked pretty deep.
It took plenty of time to get that healed And all the while he wasn't earning no keep.
So it's about time he's made to be useful He's big and he's tall and he's strong.
And today is as good as any to get started But it's a chore that's been put off too long.
The wife says to let them young fellers have him "You've stepped up on too many, you old fool."
She's right, you know. Some of them kids is good hands. But I take pride in sharpening my own tools.
Tho lately my hips' been a bother, And my knees are both kinda stiff.
Tho my years and skills give me the edge My fingers just aren't quite so quick.
Oh, I think once I get my loop on him. I'm sure he's gonna be alright.
And if he does decide to act wolfy, Well, it won't be my first saddle fight.
What the heck's the big deal anyway I've started bunches just like him…still can
But the years seem to temper my feelin' forked As I stand out here in the sand.
But the Bible says "To have dominion over…." And I've always took God's word to heart.
And as I raise my hand and make my throw I wonder if the roan read that part.
By Marty Blocker
2001
