Friday, February 06, 2004
Competing
Poets and Cowboys and Cowboys as Poets are heading for a mid-wintering in Elko Nevada for the 20th Cowboy Poetry Festival - news item prompted by today's NPR Morning Edtion. Link above for tickets & events. A poetic thought for the occasion CompetingWearing the same pants, the dungarees Belt slipped the last time. Brahma over a ton - grey and free. Ring on the circuit was the same. Hat was optional but dressed me 8 was my aim but 6?, Barely saw my face and back Curling a glove held rope Cutting in my fingers firmly Spare hand waved and climbed. See? Six for me - eight would not be. Not the cinched rope, just nearly My distraction the bull knew. Yee Yaw, off though a sault in air we Shared in sparkling dust and , we Heard the horn "That's All" - me That Brahma couldn't keep me A bull riding - PBR - me Sat the dirt too quietly. Editor's note: corrected 01/25/07 to make the time realistic, from 18 & 20 to 8 & 6 |
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