Empty Saddle | Cowboy Poetry
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Cowboy Poetry
We have all looked over our shoulder while horseback riding in the wilderness. What we think we see and what we feel – are with us always.
THE EMPTY SADDLE, Cowboy Poetry by Sharon Gibson Those days I rode a bay horse, He was short and fat and fine While my Daddy rode a dappled chestnut about twice as nice as mine.
We rode both hills and valleys,
There wasn’t a trail we wouldn’t try
But on goat paths and narrow ridges
My sister’s pony could still pass us by.
