Titles
starting with letter "H" & "I"
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HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL
By PERRY CALVIN
Txrodeo1976
RODEO, A HARD ROAD TO TRAVEL AND A LONG ONE, TOO
ONLY TO GET UP AND RIDE HOPING TO WIN A BUCK OR TWO
NEVER KNOWING IF YOU'LL MAKE IT BACK TO THE TRUCK
OR END UP ON THE SIDE OF THE ROAD BROKE DOWN AND STUCK
ALL YOU KNOW IS YOU WANT TO GET TO THE NEXT RODEO
AND HOPE TONIGHT THEY ANNOUNCE YOUR NAME ON THE RADIO
JUST AS U PULL THROUGH THE FAIR GROUNDS GATE
YOU FINISH THE REMAINS OF YOUR LAST $. 99 PLATE
JUST TO REALIZE THIS COULD BE THE LAST RIDE
YOUR A COWBOY, U JUST CAN'T SWALLOW YOUR PRIDE
AS YOU WRAP YOUR HAND IN YOUR ROPE
YOU LOOK UP AND PRAY AND HOPE
ONE MORE RIDE AND GIVE ME A CHECK
AND I'LL GIVE THIS ALL UP BY'HECK
ROUND AND ROUND HIS SPINS GET FASTER
AND U REALIZE YOU'VE GOT THIS ONE MASTERED
WITH THE HIGH SCORE OF THE DAY
YOU WALK AWAY WITH A LITTLE PAY
AND FINALLY TURN THE OLD TRUCK AND HEAD BACK HOME
JUST AS YOU PROMISED ONLY TO RECOVER AND HEAD OUT FOR ONE MORE
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HEART BREAK
By: Adam J. Shillingburg
(mrblue437)
It hurts like steel,
to speak how I feel,
the girl is so nice,
but she comes with a price.
I ride like the wind,
but these wounds I cant mend,
a cowboys heart has broke,
guess I will just sit and smoke.
All the things I want to say,
but only games she wants to play,
I sit at home and wait,
I will just listen to some old George strait.
Guess she really don't care,
I can still smell her hair,
don't cry for this cowboy,
just call me a little girls toy.
I pull my hat down tight,
set my face just right,
I will be ok,
its just another day.
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HE CAME OUT A BUCKIN'
By Michael S. Newlon
(NEWTSPARA)
The bull came a buckin'
One jump then turned back.
He turned back so hard
There sounded a crack...
The crack of a whip
And electrified air,
For the cowboy today
Was given his share...
His share of bull,
Of buck and of hide,
But he stuck out his chest,
He sat up and tried.
And as the bull jumped
And every kick each,
Came a dig with the spurs
A pull and a reach.
Now on that hot day
Of dust, dirt and wind,
With a bull that was buckin'
And a lovin' to spin,
The cowboy got off
And gave us a grin,
For he knew in his heart
That day he would win.
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HIS
LAST RIDE
By ©Miranda Weber
(HrdAzzRblRdeoCgl)
As they opened up the Gate
he knew his fate.
One last Ride was all it would take.
Takin Care of Business was the bull he drew
and at the end of the ride, He allready Knew.
A billion Memories ran through his mind
Of Love Of Rides all the good times.
He knew he would be missed and people would cry
But His Memory Still Remains, and to all of us
Lane will Never Die.
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Horses
I Have Known
By
Cassandra Deuel
Chestnuts and sorrels and strawberry roans
They come in all colors,
These horses I’ve known.
Some of them borrowed,
Some of them mine
They were all part of my life
At one special time.
Taking riding lessons
When I was eight
Made my mom quickly learn
That “horse fever” was my fate.
At first I rode Donna
With shiny black hair
Then moved on to Easter
An ornery paint mare.
I walked, I trotted,
I learned how to post
But it was the canter
That I loved the most.
An old cow horse named Bandy
Was the next horse I met
Our days in the saddle
I will never forget.
A couple years later
I got a horse of my own
A pony named Star,
She was strawberry roan.
Either I got too big,
Or she got too small
But one day that pony
Didn’t fit me at all.
Next was an appy
With Dalmatian spots
Even though he was spooky,
I loved Chu-Chu lots.
Pepper was a horse
I grew to adore
He helped win my first ribbon,
And then many more.
My dream was to barrel race
So then I bought Doc
Together we tried
To beat that time clock.
Hat, spurs, and bright flashy clothes
I became cowgirl
From my head to my toes.
Rodeo is tough
And if I was to compete
I needed a horse
That was quick on his feet.
So then I got Bandit,
A horse that could run
But he didn’t behave
So he wasn’t much fun.
We drove out to Kansas
To look at T.C.
As I rode in the truck
I hoped he was right for me
T.C. was fast,
But needed some training
After that rotten horse Bandit,
I wasn’t complaining!
I qualified for the finals
In seventh place
But my new horse T.C.
Wasn’t ready to race
I thought it was over
Until a lady named Ruth
Loaned me her horse,
Boy he was a beaut!
By the next year
T.C. and I were a team
And we carried the flag
I was living my dream!
But just like the others
The time had come
To let T.C. go,
So I found him a home.
Again I was horseless
So I called my friend Mike
He brought a whole trailer
And said, “Find one you like!”
So I borrowed Rocky
And if it wasn’t for him
I wouldn’t have been able
To make my big win.
Stretch was a gelding
With long lanky legs
I bet you can guess
How he got his name.
He stood taller than me
At seventeen hands
Would you believe that this giant
Played fetch with a can?!
Anne Mallinson called
To lend Babushka to me
She needed a home
And some good TLC.
Now Bushka gives lessons
To young boys and girls
And anyone else
Who will give her a whirl.
The next horse I bought,
A tobiano named Sunny
Cribbed on the fence
And thought it was funny.
Bad habits and all,
I loved this red horse
But he had to move on
Like the others before.
For the horse of my dreams,
I have waited forever
And finding “the one”
Was no easy endeavor.
I looked in the paper,
And what did I find?
But a broodmare named Snazzy
She is one of a kind.
I wanted to raise
A horse I could run
When I first saw Snazzy
I knew she was the one.
I bred her to Reverend
A flashy black stud
Who just like Snazzy
Has racing blood.
I am looking forward
To raising this foal
Then teaching it barrels
Will be my next goal.
This new horse and I
We’ll be the perfect pair.
We’ll wow all the crowds,
We’ll go everywhere.
But while Snazzy’s still pregnant
I’ll be satisfied
For her to take me
On a long quiet ride.
Horses have come
And gone through the years
I’ve had many laughs,
And shed many tears.
Each horse was a friend
With a place in my heart
Where they will remain
Long after we part.
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IN THE CHUTE
By Patrick Sherlock
Patrickrodeoman
My life is in the hand`s of fate
Give a nod an open the gate
Start the watch an count to eight
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