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this is a sport of glory and fame
but comes with a price. a price called pain. you travel all day and sometimes all night. when you get to the next show, youll hang on with all your might. sometimes you ride in the performance, sometimes you ride slack, courage and pride, these traits you dont lack. on your cheek , your girl gives a peck. in your ear she wispers we need this paycheck. a bullriders life is sure a hard mile. but at the end of the day, all you can do is smile |
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  great job on that
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Nice write and welcome to JSH!
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thank you was a little nervous about posting it
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Nothing to be nervous about! You're good! My brother used to ride and I could see the pics of the story. Great job!
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nice! |
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very nice,welcome
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figure out something do not be nervous on posting stuff
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Nice very nice,
Welcome
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Edited by
Unknow
on
Mon 04/07/08 08:38 AM
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Well done.. Welcome to JSH..
Here's one I posted on 4/4/o8 Slightly faded are cowboy jeans, A crisp starched shirt for the big rodeo. With spurs on his boots and chaps, Getting a hand from the guys with the rope, I adjusts, perhaps. As I straddles the chute and mounts the bull Defying the pain, come sounds of thunder. With leather glove on hand, tight as the hat my head Take a breath and to the gatekeeper I nod the go ahead. The jingle of my spurs add music as the crowd cheers, "Ride 'em cowboy”, My ride nears the eight second bell. Ridin’ in style, as I scores in last place Waves to the crowd with a smile on my face. Time with glory, then the grief and the pain This cowboy's not champion, but I’ve been here before, I’ll keep on ridin', till I just can't ride no more. Packin’ my gear, on the rode again For this cowboy will see yea at the next Go Round.. |
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Welcome to the poetry section!
Nice write!
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Into the pits their thrown,
man against beast, tightly worn. Released the two one on the other, this one is a hell of a mother. Side to side they ride. Both just guessing each others stride. Up and down, around they fly, Until eight seconds rings their bell. It's to the ground the cowboy fell. Did he last and set the pace. Or just be thrown on his face. Full of glory, or just discrace. Wow, not bad for a 8 sec, thought....lol
TR2008 |
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Mek67, YOUR poem was great, and I hope you don't mind my add...
Welcome to poems and keep on writing, this is good stuff. |
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thank you was a little nervous about posting it Never be nervous, it makes us all itch,,,lol
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Passes out the Benadryl for all itching readers not allergic to antihistamines.............
Nice Write mek! |
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Into the pits their thrown, man against beast, tightly worn. Released the two one on the other, this one is a hell of a mother. Side to side they ride. Both just guessing each others stride. Up and down, around they fly, Until eight seconds rings their bell. It's to the ground the cowboy fell. Did he last and set the pace. Or just be thrown on his face. Full of glory, or just discrace. Wow, not bad for a 8 sec, thought....lol
TR2008 Well done.. for a city boy!!! 
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Into the pits their thrown, man against beast, tightly worn. Released the two one on the other, this one is a hell of a mother. Side to side they ride. Both just guessing each others stride. Up and down, around they fly, Until eight seconds rings their bell. It's to the ground the cowboy fell. Did he last and set the pace. Or just be thrown on his face. Full of glory, or just discrace. Wow, not bad for a 8 sec, thought....lol
TR2008 WOW!! not bad for a city boy!!!
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