on the way to the bank for a deposit i spotted this old horse at a yard sale. i smiled thinkin' about the days i used to hobble on my own bouncing horse.
i thought to myself "they just don't make 'em the way they used to."
i thought to myself "they just don't make 'em the way they used to."
when i got home my son peeked out the window while i unloaded his new pony. he ran to his room immediately.
"WEEE-Haww!" he exclaimed.
moments later he returned with the best western wear this side of the mississippi. cowboy hat, boots, flannel and a handkerchief.
as he rode off into the sunset i grabbed this frame before losing him in the dusk of a fall virginia sun.
