Tim Roach, NFHA Certified
For want of a Nail the Shoe was lost; for want of a Shoe the Horse was lost; and for want of a Horse the Rider was lost; being overtaken and slain by the Enemy, all for want of Care about a Horse-shoe Nail. ~Benjamin Franklin, June 1758
Tim & Chi Chi 1986 Tim & 'Rubi' 2007 2005 before the family!
Tim and his Fish (night photo) Tim at work May 2009 Tim August 2009
What a farrier HATES to hear....."I'll mail you a check."
The Farrier
The scars on my fingers are there
to remind me
of nails I was slow to wring off.
A colt with an attitude gave me a kick
in a place that still hurts when I cough
The toenail is missing from off of
my big toe
'twas stomped by an Appy named Jack,
A Belgian named Billy, an Arab named Missy
-- it finally gave up growing back.
My thumb has a blood blister big
as a nickel
(my hammers don't always fly true).
It isn't a statement of modern punk fashion,
That's not why my thumbnail is blue.
My wrist is arthritic and so is my
elbow
(there's something 'bout cold steel and hell),
But see this dark streak on the top of my forearm?
A hot shoe can get you as well.
The mule wasn't big, and he didn't
kick hard,
that left my right knee in a cast.
The brace on my leg only got in the way,
I quit using it week before last.
The ring of the anvil has deadened
my eardrums,
so when I don't hear you I fake it.
But I hear you now, and I can't help but grin,
when you ask me "How does your back take it?"
© Lyle Petersen
