A few weeks ago, hubby and I went on a no destination Sunday drive. We ended up in Pryor, Oklahoma, where it happened to be American Cowboy Trade Days at Whitaker Park. Even though we were not sporting our boots…this did not stop us from checking out the excitement.
The folks camp over the weekend at this event. The city park is on a duck filled pond and is lined with old shade trees. You can attend Cowboy Church, have a breakfast of biscuits and gravy , and shop the interesting wares. Visiting with the vendors is like chatting with a neighbor.
the good neighbors, of course!
As we wandered through….I was drawn back to an area we had previously passed. I heard the music.
Isn’t it funny how music can lure you in? When I approached, there sat a gentleman cowboy, strumming his guitar and singing his tunes. Some songs were familiar, and the ones that weren’t, became familiar quickly.
The song that stuck in my mind was about an old horse. The cowboy sang about the horse being told he was just too old and was of no use anymore. Others were wanting to get rid of him. But the singer vowed to feed him and shelter him. For when the cowboy looked into the old horses eyes….he still saw youthfulness and life.
You sure can learn a lot from a cowboy. ♥
P.S. The tongue is a powerful tool. We are given the choice every day to speak either life or death to each person we are in contact with. Speak Life. ♥