next to other broken tack and tools

a dried up saddle sits abandoned

beside broken sleighs and milking stools

It was way before your time you see

in my grandfather’s day and age

long before the days of computers

when big screen TV’s weren’t the rage

That old saddle was once a magic carpet

to become the Lone Ranger or Wyatt Earp

little brother Billy liked him a lot

used to call him Marshal Burp

We’d ride with the Seventh Cavalry

or do the midnight run with Paul Revere

those sawhorse memories are special

I’ll hold them forever dear

So before they tear down that old building

I’ll carry that memory home to stay

I’ll put it in a special place of honor

where its earned its place in history…