09/17/2025
โThe Dusty Saddleโ
You used to call me your saddle, your partner tried and true
I carried every mile with pride, because I carried you
Your weight would press upon my back, your spurs would loudly sing
Together we chased the crazed cattle while I heard your Cody Jinks tunes ring
I felt your heartbeat through the leather, your rope always drawn near
A rhythm I would give the world for, if I couldโve kept it here
Training horses with you, at times that could be rough
But the two of us after all, could always call their bluff
The blue roan waits in silence still, his ears tilt back in vain
We miss the way youโd sit us both, through the sunlight and through the rain
The dust lies heavy on my horn now without you here, my strings are frayed with time
Yet still I guard the ghost of you, in every worn-out line.
They say you ride in heaven now, where pastures never fade
Where never ending memories of โtruck-o-mobilingโ with Jesus are made
And though I wish we could ride again once more
I wait alone in a shadowed tack stall, remembering the cowboy I adored
No longer do I feel your worked hands, no cinch pulled firm and tight
No more colts for us to break, whose futures were very bright
There was once a time I was proud to bear your name to stand both strong and agile
But itโs time for me to say goodbye now, for they just call me dusty saddle
Written by me for:
- Michael Don Farris๐ชฝ
- My sweet Uncle Mike
- Born on 9/7/59 - left us on 9/17/24
I canโt believe itโs been an entire year without you, so I took and wrote this in your honor. While I headed into a tack room today, I saw a handprint laid ever so lightly on this saddle, and I couldnโt help but think it was you and how much yours is probably missing you๐ฉถ. Keep on making Jesus laugh up there!!
