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RIDING FOR 8
CRAZY BULL
CLOWNS ALL AROUND
BIG BRIM HATS
LITTLE TINY BUTTS
OPEN THE GATE
THINGS GET WILD
COWBOY UP THEY SAY
WITH ARM BENT
STAY UP ON THAT ROPE
HOLDING ARM UP HIGH
REACHING FOR THE FRONT
FEET HOLDING ON
BENT LEGS
TOES OUT
CHEST UP
ARM OUT
RIDE HIM YOUNG MAN
HOLD ON WITH ALL YOU MIGHT
OH MY GOD
WHAT A RIDE
LIFE OF A BULL RIDER
TRIPS ON THE ROAD
KEEP YOU UP MOST THE NIGHT
LIFE OF A RODEO STAR
PULL THE NAME
THE BULL YOU WILL RIDE
THIS MIGHT BE THE ONE
THAT CAN TAKE YOUR LIFE
BUT RIDE HIM ANYWAY
CAUSE THAT'S THE LIFE
COWBOY UP
GET ON WITH THE SHOW
HOLD FOR THE RIDE
WHERE RIDING FOR 8
CAN SEEM TO LAST
FOREVER
Hi Renee Havent heard of this person you write about, sorry!!!! But I just love the rodeo.. could smell that "lovely" smell of it as I read through your poem.. good read Roz :)
UH~i'm a taurus bull and that seem's like a nite with sweet SALLY a wild and wonderful memorie lol i get caught up into watching it at times & probally know y ladies dig it < ............the boot's lol RENEE'some poems tell tales i got ye'lol good poem
Renee, I know nothing about rodeos or Lane Frost, though I've always wanted to ride a mechanical bull...I don't know exactly why, maybe because it seems adventurous to me. Anyway, this poem is a great description of what I think a bull riding contest would be like. I especially like the last few lines about eight seconds lasting forever; I bet it really is like that for the folks while they're sitting on that big hunk o' bull holding on for dear life!