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I Live To Ride
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I Live To Ride |
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John Yaws Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 860Texas 
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I hung above a bucking chute- That hot, September day. Pendleton, then to Mesquite… Hard driving all the way. The horse I drew: a big, blue roan- If I could ride I’d score… An honest bucking horse, but rank- How could I ask for more? I slipped my feet into the stirrups- And then I took the rein- Four inches past the swells looked good, The blue roan flinched and strained. I nodded to the gate-man then, The crowd began to shout. I felt my spurs sink high, and hard, And knew I’d marked him out. I had his rhythm, watched his head, Spurring fast and smooth- I could not hear the screaming crowd, For I was in the groove. I never heard the buzzer sound, Or knew I’d made my ride, Until the pick-up man was there, And drew up along side. I tipped my hat and limped away- Feeling sore, and hurt. I love the sights, the feel, the sounds, Of that arena dirt. I’ve given rodeo my life- I hold my head with pride. I do not ride to live, my friend- I merely live to ride. Visit My Home Page http://www.geocities.com/montcogunslinger/Hompage.html |
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Martini Member
since 2000-07-11
Posts 308Toronto, Ontario, Canada |
this was great I felt like I was there.... I can totally relate with living to ride, as I feel exactly the same way, not hte smae eqine discipline, but the same feelings. I compete in show jumping and it consumes me whole life. I love that feeling of forgetting everything while your in the ring and that great smell of arena dirt!! excellent writing "In three words I can sum up everything I learned about life: It Goes On" ~Robert Frost |
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JamesMichael Member Empyrean
since 1999-11-16
Posts 33336Kapolei, Hawaii, USA |
Wonderful description of rodeo and riding...James |
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