The Forgotten Saddle Tree: A Relic of Hard Work and Dedication

The cowboy life teaches one lesson above all—hold the reins, and lead the way.

In hollow shade where wildflowers bloom,

Stood the saddle tree, a sign of doom.

Its weathered limbs, like stories told,

Of wranglers brave, and hearts of gold.

With leather worn from years gone past,

It cradled gear through storms so vast.

Each cinch and strap, a farmer™s pride,

Reflects the toil where dreams abide.

Beneath the sun, the dust took flight,

As horses grazed in fading light.

The echoes of their hooves, now still,

Resound within the valleys thrill.

So let it stand, though time may fade,

This humble tree where work was laid.

A testament to those who dare,

To ride the range, with dreams to share.