THE KEEPER
By Wendy Brown-Barry
Horses come and horses go
But with some your feelings run deeper
They're the ones you got and never sold
They're the one you call The Keeper
They're the ones you ride the river with
The ones that are tried and true
The ones that'll come back when you turn 'em out
And'll stick to you like glue
They come in every color
There's some in every breed The cutters, and the pullers,
And the runners bred for speed
If you are very lucky
And God smiles down on you
You might be fortunate enough
To own just one or two
'Cause they're mighty hard to come by
Those ones with brains and savvy
They're worth cannot be measured
If you have one in your cavy
Like that quarter horse that sets you up
To rope a running steer
Or those sturdy mountain ponies
That can pack in all your gear
There's those honest ones that you can trust
To pack your kid around
You never have to worry
That your child might hit the ground
The baby sitters of the ranch
Are few and far between
It's good to have a few around
For riders that are green
So if you have a Keeper
I'd like to offer some advice
If someone wants to buy him
Just say, "Naw...No sale at any price."
September 22, 2009
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