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The Sport Called Rodeo
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The Sport Called Rodeo |
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Gunslinger Senior Member
since 1999-10-09
Posts 901TX, USA 
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"You missed him out," the judges said. But they must both be blind. I know I marked him cleanly- I'm not that far behind. My moves are getting slower, With every passing year. I'm slower now at healing, And starting to feel fear. I'm not afraid of dying! But of getting crippled bad. To lose my independence- Which is all I've ever had. Of sitting in a wheelchair- Watch the geese a'flyin' south. While memories of better years, Taste bitter in my mouth. I've known too many cowboys- Who've lived beyond their time... Let bitterness consume them, Once they were past their prime. I'd rather die still riding- That's the only way to go. It's a sure enough addiction, This sport called "rodeo". |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
And you always tell it so well. You ARE the man.  If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, I'd walk right up to heaven and bring you home again. |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
 Always a good read, Gunslinger! Are any of your poems put to music? |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
yeah, getting old is a definite bummer nice write John |
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SmartChick Member Rara Avis
since 2001-09-23
Posts 7081On A Journey To The Unknown |
You can sure write the poetry. I love watching the rodeos. Just don't know where they are here in the city. |
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Mysteria
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You sure captured the heart of a rider in these lines, fantastic! quote: |
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