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SANDY REAY
Colorado
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Another Horse to Saddle
I never minded working
For board and pocket change
On someone else's ponies
On someone else's range

You know I heard my daddy
Say “Son, just be a man
Go buy some land, get married
Have children, make a plan!”

I thought I met that someone
Her smile caught my eye
But I rode off one evening
And never said goodbye

Some other cowboys did it
Got married, settled down
I'd see another smile
There's always one more town

Another horse to saddle
Another hill to climb
Another road to travel
Another round up time

I'z always looking forward
And never looking back
It seems like I have wandered
But I was on my track

I know I made my choices
There's no one I can blame
'Fi had to do it over
I'd do it just the same

My pony's getting tired
The ground looks awful hard
I can't see stars or moonlight
These beans sure taste like lard

It's time to ride up yonder
Where grass is thick and sweet
The red sun warms my shoulders
And boots don't hurt my feet

Another horse to saddle
And one more hill to climb
Just one more road to travel
It's my last round up time

© 2014, Sandy Reay
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.


Sandy comments on her poem, "I started out writing a song about a dying cowboy who came to the end of the trail and looked back at his life with regret. No matter how much I changed it, the song didn't work. I asked for help at a songwriters' workshop and the leader, a hit songwriter from Nashville, said, 'Why not have him look back at his life with no regrets?' I'd just read a Larry McMurtry book and one of his characters became the inspiration for the cowboy in my poem. I kept three verses from the original lyrics, including the verse that starts with the title, and the poem almost wrote itself. I just had to get out of its way and let go of my idea that it should be a song."


 

 

 

The Old Iron Hinge

An old iron hinge on the weathered barn door-
Been doing its job for ten decades or more.
One wing grips the wood like a man holds his wife,
The other in stone hanging on for dear life.

The door shows its age. It is broken and gray,
And parts of its bottom were eaten away.
It's hanging there, open, the old clasp is gone.
It swings in the wind, but the hinge still holds on.

Whose hands heated metal and hammered it out?
Those hands that were sturdy, the arms that were stout,
To make it quite flat with a soft curving shape.
No stray lump or sliver would dare to escape.

The frame wing was planted in stone with great skill.
In those days the craftsman would use a hand drill.
The knuckle and pin turn the door with a squeak.
No signs show of care spent on this wrought antique.

But one time this barn was a source of great pride,
When horses pulled plows and the door opened wide.
The stock that took shelter have all gone to rest.
The mice rule the barn now. Two birds tend their nest.

The gaps in the roof let in snow and the rains.
Some holes in the walls show a view of the plains.
The barn sits alone in the lee of the hill.
No use for it now, but the hinge hangs on still.

© 2014, Sandy Reay
This poem may not be reprinted or reposted without the author's permission.

 

Sandy comments, "I have a love for old barns, going back to my time on the horse ranch when I did the night checks in the barns. My cousin took a photo of an old iron hinge on a barn door. When I saw it, I was back on the ranch."


© Rona Golfen, ronaphoto.zenfolio.com/all-photographs, do not copy without permission
"Kate's Barn #2"

 

 


 

    About Sandy Reay
                                
                    provided 2014


Sandy Reay is a songwriter, poet and website wrangler from Colorado. When she was 7, she moved to Denver and brought her family with her. Her life-long dream was to live on a horse ranch in the mountains, which eventually, she did. There she learned a lot about horse ranching, most notably that it does not in any way resemble anything she ever saw on TV.

Sandy also taught computer science, bred collies, ran rivers in a rubber raft, built computer software systems, worked on a drill rig, was a photographer and bass player, and was the first woman gas station attendant in Colorado. She still hasn't decided what she wants to be when she grows up.

In 2010, she released I Wanted to Fly, a CD of her original and co-written songs. Several songs have gotten airplay, been recorded by other musicians, and she feels honored that one was a Western Music Association 2010 Finalist for Best Original Song.



For more information about Sandy's music, please go to www.ColoradoSandstormMusic.com.


 

 

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