Ode to my Tack Trunk

In a corner of my stable, proudly it stands,

My faithful DeWalt tack trunk, with tales in its strands.

Reliable and sturdy, through years it has endured,

A companion in my equestrian world, treasured and assured.

Its surface bears the marks of journeys untold,

Dusty memories etched on black plastic weathered and old.

Aged like a wise steed, it carries stories of the past,

Whispering secrets as the wheels roll, steadfast.

Oh, my tack trunk, with its worn-out charm,

One latch may be missing, but it does no harm.

For within its depths, treasures I still find,

Bits of nostalgia, memories intertwined.

Through trails and arenas, it has faithfully trailed,

Guarding my essentials, as dreams and hopes prevailed.

A symbol of resilience, a steadfast friend,

In its presence, my equestrian journey won't bend.

So let the missing latch be a symbol, I say,

Of imperfections embraced along the way.

For my tack trunk, in all its gritty grace,

Embodies the spirit of adventure, in every single space.