Lifting Weights Devouring time, blunt thou the lion’s paws. William Shakespeare I am an Oklahoman.I became a weightlifter early a mover of all things heavy.With my peoplecarrying the ballast became second nature. From my youth, it seemed my legs and back were built to lift a load and bear a burden. I grew strong like
Scuffed Sometimes my soul feels as worn and scuffed as my old boots.There are daysI feel every scar cut into the leather every broken stitch in the quarters and crown,and the uneven wear of the cowboy heels has changed my gaitwith an inward bent on each one. I no longer step from the stirrup in
I come unarmored, my eyes making love to Oklahoma stars that somehow have slipped into the Texas sky. Crossing the Red beneath an early morning moon I chase a gypsy shadow. It matters not to that moon nor the ornamental stars around it why I must ride to Texas. But she wears my name tattooed
