Bonds, Broncs, Bread and Braids

Tan hands and sunburnt cheeks

Two pairs of Bonds leaning by the door

Work jeans cuffed, bare feet tiptoeing off the freshly scrubbed floor

It’s shivering cold at night and baby please hold me warm

70’s shag carpets and lights that don’t work

It’s finally learning to shape a shoe just right

It’s the first town job

Coming home late and tired at night

It’s breakfast at 3am

And crying in the shower

It’s new Tip’s saddles and soft

“I ordered this silver for you”

Axe body wash and vanilla spice spray

It’s ham and cheese grilled sandwiches

And branding

And calving

And fighting

And crying

And growing….

It’s life

xo xo Liz