Chaps Cowboy Poem Is Done!

[Cogs]

Dad’s Ol Chaps

There’s a story right there,

in them ol chaps,

hangin on the tack room wall.

They tell me of

my daddy’s love

and how he loved to live it all.

There’s blood and beer,

and whiskey there,

a life full of history.

They’re Dad's Ol Chaps,

as a matter of facts,

and they tell of his legacy.

That stain right there

was his first buck deer

I think he was just thirteen.

And that big ol scar,

on his left hip thar,

was a horse that was pretty mean.

He roped a calf,

back in ’73,

left a big ol burn you see.

Yeah they’re Dad's Ol Chaps,

as a matter of facts,

and they tell of his legacy.

He was a man of many colors,

of laughter hopes and dreams.

A family man

had a firm right hand,

and a heart of gold it seems.

A loving wife who stood beside him,

a bunch of boys who gave him hell.

As I look at those chaps

my heart is taken back

to the man I loved so well.

I got a whoopin across that lap.

I learned to never ever sass back.

And this tequila stain,

well, he was drunk in the rain,

wearin nothin but them ol chaps!

Now they’re up there on the wall,

showin his life to those that see.

Yeah, they’re Dad’s Ol Chaps,

as a matter of facts,

and they tell of his legacy.

There’s a story right there

in them ol chaps,

hangin on the tack room wall…

Bill Cogley

[dawn]

Very Awesome!

[Rhide]

Touching. As I said before, Dad would be proud.

[spur2009]

Great poem on you dad's old chaps. Reminds me of my grandad's old saddle on the wall in my shop

[BondoBobCustomSaddles]

I'm sure he is up there smilin' down. Thank you for finishing it. Makes me think of my Dad, and the things he did in the past that stir my emotions.

Thanks Again,

Bob

[Cogs]

Before and after pics. Couldn't tool the oil tanned parts so I branded and stained them. Final coat of conditioner left them a bit too dark for me, however, they'll be fine. Still plenty of history stains and scars.

Thanks to Rodeomic, for the suggestion of a "Blood, Beer and Whiskey stain" song. It spurred the idea and as I scrubbed and scrubbed, I put more and more thought into dear ol dad. I like doing projects for family and friends. It makes you think about them with every pound of the mallet (or, if it pleases you, with every cut of the knife!). :}

Thanks also to all who encouraged me to keep working on the poem! I'm glad you did!

Bill