Of snow on your
pommel
And storms we do grumble
The weather companion
We’ve never abandoned
Storytellers of old
Every crevice unfolds
Truths of the ride
Some taken with pride
As you swing into
place
And I straddle your base
And settle on down
Without even a frown
We are partners you
see
Committed to thee
For this leather I feel
Has meant much
More to me