A-flexing in the saddle.
Through porcelanic moonlight's tide
And noontime heat from cattle's hide.
But four decades have set their traps-
After fifteen hours in a chair-
My knees now creak like leather straps
As I stand or sit and stand and sit and bear without the chaps.
Heaven bless this weathered cartilage,
No longer supple but still sublime,
Who but the foolish, youngish pledge
Would try rising all the time?
AUTUMN, n. The last season of folly before Christmas.