Cowboy Starts Therapy Group for Saddles
“They’ve borne our weight, they’ve heard our woes,”
Said Pa to saddles in neat rows.
Ma blinked twice, Lou brought the snacks,
Granny hugged hers–“Still got back cracks.”
Each saddle shared its trauma tale,
From rodeo screams to ponytail.
One wept soft over broken stirrup,
Another sobbed through leather syrup.
The preacher came with saddle in tow,
Claimed it once saw angels glow.
They passed around a box of tissues,
Discussed abandonment and chafing issues.
Lou played harp while mule sat near,
In silent witness to saddle fear.
Now every month in barn’s back stall,
They heal with hugs and liniment drawl.
Alan Nafzger (editor@bohiney.com)
Last Updated on November 4, 2022 by Alan Nafzger