Custom Leather Footwear, Saddles, and Accessories
Leather’s the thing that defines me
It’s all I can show for my life
Proud work one can use, wear, and see.
I find joy in the awl and knife.
Saddles the cowboy can set on
And ride into sunset of life.
Boots they can wear ‘til their life’s gone
That cause them no pain nor foot strife.
Leather’s the thing that defines me
Legion from the hide of what’s dead.
Tis how my friends will define me.
Not kind words, my product instead.
And when I have slept in the grave
For the time it takes to decay
And rise, no longer a dead slave.
I’ll look for my leather display
My work of stitching and carving
Eternally not once to be bored
But the hides I once stitched with waxed string
Gone. All to the critters restored.
Hides void of carving or stitching
Not a scraped hair lost from their skin
I’m useless. Can’t play harp. Can’t sing.
God’s work, not the craftsman’s shall win.