The Old Riders

"THE OLD RIDERS"
by
Richard Smith

Way back in Eighteen Sixty...When the Pony first began...
They wanted young and wiry...Youngsters yet to be a man...

And...for the fledgling Pony...That was no doubt apropo...
Lots of time's gone by since then...Times are changin' don't you know...

Now the Pony ain't no colt...It's got grey hair in it's tail...
Though they still want young riders...There's some old boys on the trail...

Preservin' the tradition...In the best way they know how...
And I think those Old Rider's...Should stand and take a bow...

Just for riskin' their old bones...On Asphalt trails where tires tread...
Though most redskins are peaceful...Still...a feller could get dead...

Out packin' the Mochilla...Keepin' memories alive...
Across a maze of freeways...Where a million crazy's drive...

So come all ye young riders...From all over this great land...
But while you are about it...Give The Old Riders a hand...