That Old Heartpine Gate

So cinch tight my shimmering dark sorrel With fine hand-tooled saddle of silver inlay— I’ll pull on my calfskin chaparajos And through that old heartpine gate I’ll ride away. I’ve been too long on this sagebrush prairie. Through many a rancho gate welcome and not— With some I stayed and herded and prospered, While with some I gave up much more than I got. But I’ve rode toward that last gate in my life And next that rosadero I’ll sit for awhile— Until that bright entryway swings open And I ride in meek and accepting as a child. So cinch tight my shimmering dark sorrel With fine hand-tooled saddle of silver inlay— I’ll pull on my calfskin chaparajos And through that old heartpine gate I’ll ride away.