Saddles For Spring : Sports Poetry

The old fingers fumbled ,

 as he grumbled

to lift off the lid of the dubbin tin .

From the bag he took a rag

and rubbed it in , until he was ready to begin .

In figure eights and circles ,

 he ran the rag on the leather he was polishing .

His wrists were aching

and Mr Arthur Itus ,

as it were ,  wasn't giving in .

But the saddler suffered gladly

for the glory of his saddles to glow in spring .

Riders with their horses welcomed his craft

and their compliments of that kept him strong   .

He had a reason to stay young ,

as the equestrian season had come along .

Springtime and the old saddler

seem to find a new lease of life  .

So the story goes .

All that's required besides time and talent ,

is a fine horse with a saddle that glows .

By Paul Mc Cann