Country music is blaring,
Horses are raring,
Jumping around in the chutes.
Cowboys are prime
Awaiting their time,
Amidst the clapping and hoots.
There’s spurs a diggin’,
Bareback riggin’,
Clouds of dust all around.
Hear the crowd yell
As they wait for the bell,
That incredible 8 second sound.
A flying rope
Filled with hope
Reaches out for the calf.
This cowboy’s fast!
So he won’t be last,
He gambles on wrap and a half.
Barely a cloud in the sky,
The excitement is high,
Let’s get on with the show.
Enough of the break
For goodness sake,
It’s time to RODEO!
A pretty white horse,
Saddle bronk of course,
Dumps Cowboy in the dirt.
With a buck and a snort,
His time was short,
It’s amazing he didn’t get hurt.
Bulldogging fun
In the afternoon sun
Brings screams & shouts from the crowd.
Three seconds and nine
Is the winning time,
Bet that cowboy is proud.
Kids conquer their fears
On bucking steers,
Future bull riders all.
Knocking dust off their chaps,
As the audience claps.
Did he jump off, or did he fall?
8 seconds of hell,
A cowboy will tell,
Is spent on the back of a bull.
He hits the dirt runnin’,
And I’m not just funning’,
Or of hooves & horns he’ll be full.
Protecting the cowboy,
And bringing the crowd joy,
Of course is the rodeo clown.
Distracting the bovine,
He walks on a thin line,
And entertains all in the town.
Any bull fighter
Could get a mite lighter,
If he runs a little too slow.
They have to be fast,
Or life will not last,
They’re great athletes, don’t you know.
You can not forgo,
At any rodeo,
Pick-up riders extraordinaire.
Snatching cowboys from harm
Is their greatest charm.
A talent, I tell you, that’s rare.
As the day ends
I find all my friends
Listening to music & swigging beer.
Dreaming of Wranglers real tight,
I’ll go home tonight.
You can bet I’ll be back next year!
Written: May 1997
No comments:
Post a Comment