Dawson70

“Buckle of Gold”


Your only one dream is to wear that buckle of gold,
“Professional Bull Riders Association” written in bold.
You imagine the thought and fantasize of the day,
“There goes the World Champ”, all of the people will cheer and say.

Your mind snaps back to reality, as you size up your ride,
Stirring and snorting, cautiously watching the demon inside.
A beast which is viscous and over ten times your weight,
Is coldly watching and waiting for you to take your place.

Your gloves pulled over your hands to protect the skin,
And tying the loop knot rope tight, to ensure you ride again
With your cowboy hat straight and pulled down tight,
You nod to the boys at the gate and grip with all your might.

The feeling of apprehension suddenly becomes obsolete,
As you squeeze your thighs and kick at him with your feet
The noise of the crowd gives you more the enough,
For you to try to win this battle and ride that animal tough.

The buzzer has sounded, time to dismount and scoot out of the way
8 seconds seems like a lifetime as any bull rider would say.
You hit the mud, with a sudden crash,
And try to scramble away as quick as a flash.

Not fast enough do your feet move,
That bull is a sore loser and has something to prove.
The mighty horns strike you directly in the back,
Pain shoots through your chest and the world goes black.

The saddest day in the history of the sport,
Was watching you plea for help and beg for support.
Your body collapsed in that trampled arena of dirt,
And blood was beginning to show and seep through your shirt.

The announcement which came later that day,
Said you had died in a most tragic way.
How could this be? You were in the prime of your life.
But for the Buckle of Gold, the Cowboy paid his price.

In Memory of Lane Frost- Champion Bull Rider-PRCA-1987
“Cowboy Up”
KTH-aka Dawson70




Cowboy is his Name
by Cody Lambert

There's a hundred years of history
and a hundred before that
All gathered in the thinkin'
Goin' on beneath this hat.

The cold flame burns within him
'Til his skin's as cold as ice
And the dues he paid to get here
Are worth every sacrifice.

All the miles spend sleepy drivin'
All the money down the drain,
All the 'if I's' and 'nearly's,'
All the bandages and pain,

All the female tears left dryin',
All the fever and the fight
Are just a small down payment
On the ride he makes tonight.

It's guts and love and glory,
One mortal's chance at fame.
His legacy is rodeo
And cowboy is his name.

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"I Finally Finished My Goal....You Can Too!

Yippie Ki Ya...

J.R.V.A.

Nice....

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And as she plays,
her sweet song of laughter
floats through the air
and warms my heart