There are halters on the hat rack,
pink-eye medicine in the fridge,
In the breadbox is a feather,
found in the rocks below the ridge.
On the shelf above the washer
is a collection of small stones,
And another pile of bigger rocks
calls the basket on my dresser home.
On the front porch is a flower pot
filled with rust we have found,
Bits and rings and hames caps,
that boil up from the ground.
Old silverware in a vase,
found in the old barn in a stall,
Along with those three hay hooks
hanging on the kitchen wall.
Horse show ribbons here and there,
a door stop that’s a Mangum brick.
Barbed wire rolled into a wreath
and decorated with cedar sticks.
Chaps and spurs hang everywhere,
boots clutter the entryway floor,
City visitors often comment on
our lovely western décor.
We can’t help but laugh out loud,
because it strikes us as funny,
Décor is what you find in magazines
and costs tons of money.
There’s nothing fancy about this house,
it’s filled with memories end to end.
Mementoes we find here and there,
that remind us where we’ve been.
We are over-run with things
we use from day to day,
We sit on passed down furniture
‘cause recycling is the Cowboy way.
What makes a place into a home
is laughter and love all the while.
And I’ll tell everyone we decorate
in Eclectic Cowboy style.
Contact Debra Coppinger Hill at ridingdrag.info@gmail.com
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RIDING DRAG with DEBRA COPPINGER HILL is featured each week at ALWAYS COWBOY where Debra is a Resident Western Poet. Join her and her Cowboy Friends for Cowboy Poetry, News & Events. http://alwayscowboy.net/debra_coppinger_hill_poetry.html
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