Tuesday, March 21, 2006
The Saddle
The Saddle
1940s & '50s
The Mexican saddle had a big wooden horn
and a cantle that laid almost flat.
The seat pad of soft suede was stuffed full of horse hair.
No cowpoke could ask more than that.
Two pointed toe-fenders of heavy tooled leather
protected the feet from sharp thorns
when dodging mesquite chasing stubborn old cattle,
but you still had to watch for those horns.
When Daddy rode out toward the farthest cow pasture
he sat like a king on his throne.
No matter the distance from all human contact,
on a horse he was never alone.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
1940s & '50s
The Mexican saddle had a big wooden horn
and a cantle that laid almost flat.
The seat pad of soft suede was stuffed full of horse hair.
No cowpoke could ask more than that.
Two pointed toe-fenders of heavy tooled leather
protected the feet from sharp thorns
when dodging mesquite chasing stubborn old cattle,
but you still had to watch for those horns.
When Daddy rode out toward the farthest cow pasture
he sat like a king on his throne.
No matter the distance from all human contact,
on a horse he was never alone.
Cora Gail Trent
www.cgtrent.com
