If one could but imagine
They could close their eyes and ride with no engine
Forget the battered seats
And the old locks that no longer meet....
Shade your eyes from bright sunlight
Picture a mid-afternoon riding rough in flight
From dangers unknown and bandits glore
Life was never a bore....
Think of crooked roads and long forgotten paths
Of building barns and branding calves
Of banjo playing and cowboys singing
Of traveling shows and steam engines blowing....
Forget the hustle and bustle of todays streets
Instead remember silent ponies and dances where people meet
Think of the old grey mare
And feasts with flare!!!
Now, you see me as I am and as I once was
And life was all a buzz
Now I gleam
All grand and clean....
Off to shows I go
No more to feel the dirt hit my flanks
Only for pictures and some wedding ranks
Only short distants do I go......
