My bones may creek
my back may hurt
chores take me a long while longer
For sure, my butt may not look as good
as it did when I was a heck of lot younger
But Gratitude makes my heart still sing
My soul still fly as I saddle-up most favorite stead
“Old Big Red” with four white socks
Headin’ down the road for another adventure
I know I have gotten’ a much much slower
throwing my leg over that heavy old roper
My rides aren’t as near long
I have been long grounded from jumps of every kind
Mostly me and another horse named Blue
down some quite back roads for a ride in perfect solitude
No matter how gray the two of us get
I can always brag about the great horse I have owned
Ya, I know, sooner than latet
I will meet my maker
Now for decades its been mostly my maker and me
no one else quit knew this old horsewoman’s soul
Just make sure when I go
you toss my bridle right in there with me
Will ya, bring a braid of my horse hair
Better give him a treat while your there
Show up in your old worn-out cowboy hat
Just come from the barn
It will be alright a little mud on your boot
Show up with a smile and kick’n up your heels
Just know I saddled-up until the moment to heaven I was sent
and once again
You will find me
jumping rainbows across heaven’s blue sky
For,
I will be ridin’ long after the day that I die.
© Roberta Edstrom
