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Old Saddles

I love the squeak of old saddles-
The leather on the horse tells the tale
Of many riders and many rides

Of harmony between men and earth

Old leather remembers the joys of riders
And the horses who have carried them to battles
And to weddings who would birth the sons
To ride again

I love the squeak of old oak chairs-
The aging joints of oak remember
The men who have told their stories
To those who need to remember

The new chairs of man-made materials
Don't squeak and are discarded
When no longer fashionable
And wars are fought on video

And the stories we tell our young
Are on web sites.com