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Cowboy Poetry: Horseshoes in Heaven
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Aug 24, 2023
This is a poem I wrote the day after someone very close to me passed away. I hope you appreciate the people in your life and count your many blessings however small or great.
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He is covered all with sweat as I tied my old horse there in the shade
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He said an old horse that'll stand for more than five minutes
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He said there ain't never been one made. He wore an old ragged pair of leggings that had been cut off just below the knees
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His old hands were hard and callous, and his arms were like two limbs that hung off a giant oak tree
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He said, you reckon you could hold this old fellow? He seems to have a lot of trouble standing still
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While you'd think after 45 years of this, I'd quit, had enough, got my field
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T and shoeing these old horses, he said, is sort of like dealing with life
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Nobody said it was going to be easy, but if you'll do it with pride and honesty
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you can get through the times of trouble and strife. With that shoe in hand and a mouth full of nails
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he went back to resume his chore. Pick it up, old fella, he mumbled
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We just like this and one more. Well, he nailed that shoe on pretty quick
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He never missed his aim. He said sometimes in life you've really got a struggle
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if there's going to be any kind of game. Take that old angle there that I used to shape a shoe
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Sometimes in life we've all got to have a little adjusted to keep us straight and to keep us true
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But it just like everyday living because sometimes we don get a fair deal And just like these old horses I shoeing and a t some are pretty good and some act awfully ill
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I watched him untie that old horse, his back still slightly bent
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And in my mind, I begin to wonder about how many hours under an old horse's belly he had spent
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By now his old shirt was salted down, soaked by the summer's sun
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It didn't take him long a t, and my old. old horse was done. I thanked him for his story and I paid him for his time. And as I was riding
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away, I could hear his old anvil ringing, making a perfect chime. There wasn't a day that I didn't
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think of him and his advice. And usually I'd stop and see him every week, sometimes more than twice
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But now the old horses, they ain't lined up no more. His old anvil just sits there silent
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and his leggings lay empty in the floor. Yeah, sometimes I go to wondering, and it makes me feel sort of sad
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But the good Lord needed a ferrier, and he got the best in when he hired my dad
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