MAGIC BOOTS

I’m dustin’ me off…beautiful boots!

A while I’ve been on the shelf

My blue and red leathers need shinin’ up

Primping a shine of myself.

Been on hard rides in magical times

Especially with Flores La Due

The Calgary Stampede and other big shows

Bringing excitement to you.

We’ve stomped and told tales and stretched them a bit

Like the circular toss of her throw

We’ve spun the rope ‘round horse’s big bum

Even hanging from saddles, you know.

Shows came and they went, we had a good run

All finales lead to lights out

Advancing years stirred up the mix

Retiring me no doubt.

How did we get to a little small town?

Don’t remember when…

Up the stairs to a little girl’s room

Her feet had grown into them. 

We grew and we changed telling stories so fine

Including my magical times

Trick riding and roping with Flores La Due 

Her talents had honed a fine line.

Been given away, again and again

As much as we liked to have kicked

Helpless ‘til now of where we’d end up

We think we’ve  got this thing licked.

We’ve always held magic to go where we want

If we learned to hit our stride

Somehow “got wind” of the old Unurban

And we pranced in there with pride.

For there’s songbirds in there and musicians too

Steppin’ with magic and voice

Everyone’s full of surprises and fun

Sharing the magic!….REJOICE!

By FLO LAWRENCE

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