When I rode back to see what was left after our Anderson Family Cabin burned, I noticed at the charred foundation an old horseshoe and the lessons it had learned.
One side was half buried in grey ash and the other side a few inches away resting on the charred soil. I thought of the strong horse who wore it, its mountain jobs and daily toils.
I thought perhaps, that it belonged to one of my Grandfathers who on Pinevalley Mountain ran cattle. I thought of eighty years of hanging on rusty nail on cabin log and the winters it had to battle.
I remember as a young cowboy playing horseshoes with this rusty shoe. the ringers it had made under the white puffy clouds and sky so blue.
So when I found that rust and fire had weathered you away, i realized the fire had broke me too on as I watched on that hot 2018 July day.
If I could turn back time and see those working hands setting this broken shoe, i bet I'd see my Grandpa working with a son or two.
So I picked you up and put you in my leather saddlebag, and started back to town, with teary eye and memories and a gray ash partial frown.
I realize that change is what makes us grow I'm well aware of that, but the two rusty halves of this horseshoe will forever rest on the Little Mtn Flat.
So when I look and see you resting on the ranch, your stories bring a smile and tear as you rest under Juniper branch.
So here's a cheer to horses, grandfathers Dad's and the mountain who turned boys into men, we're rusty now and broken. But through memories strong again.
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