Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Writing Marathon - Saddlery Write - Poem

A blast of an earthy smell.
Animal, glue, and chemicals,
I can't quite tell.


Dull steel glints
Amongst a sea of leather.
Assorted ropes, straps, and bits.

The front superficial and modern,
But the back is base and genuine.
The essence of the West at every turn.

Sometimes we need a whiff of the past.
To escape the norm,
And just have a blast.

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