EMPTY SADDLE

EMPTY SADDLE
By Donna Penley

The ole high back saddle’s
 empty now --
Gatherin’ dust on the top rail
 o’ the ole corral.
The cowboy that owned it,
 he’s gone on high,
Ridin’ God’s pastures 
in the sky!
But folks that knowed him, 
know what he done;
With the herd in downpour 
an’ blazin’ sun.
They know for what that 
cowpoke stood --
No matter what he said, 
his word was good!
And it’s sad so many of his
 kind are gone;
The kind that worked ‘till 
the work was done.
So, Cowboy, here’s 
your due --
America’s a better place 
because of
folks like YOU! 

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