There’s something about a saddle
especially an old one
built to last.
Makes me wonder
of it’s stories
and what it has seen
in it’s past.
Long days,
starlit nights,
passionate love,
drunken fights.
Silently speaking
of steadfast value.
It’s getting harder to find
that kind of virtue.
The kind of virtue found
in the silent stories
from the past
of an old saddle
built to last.
E.A. Fussell
02252017
E. A. Fussell 