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Swollen knuckles tell the story.
These hands have held too many ropes,
Gripped too many bareback riggins.
Call it arthritis if you must.
I call it hands on experience
Like the scar on my shin from a broad axe,
A weakened knee from a bronc dancing
On it in a dusty Colorado corral.
A long mark on the wrist from repairs
Resulting from a morning buck-off.
Scars, they say, tell better stories
Than pen and ink tattoos. 
That is problematic since few sit still
For the stories that are always forthcoming.

  Vernon Schmid
  Copyright © 2007 Vernon Schmid
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