Catch Rope

Blood rushes through his veins

Fueling his fire

Feeding his fear

Legs used to gallop for miles and miles wide

Across the hot dry country

Strike as he fights for his freedom

Teeth bared, nostrils flared 

He lunges at the iron rails 

Instinct feeding his flight

Sweat pours freely

Dust makes it harder for the man to see

As he winds his rope in his hand

Getting a feel through his glove

"Easy mate. You and me, we're gonna be alright."

The voice spurs the Brumby on

Leaping at the rails once again

A flick of the wrist

Years of knowledge in his hands

Love for the beast in his heart

The rope connects them

As it sails over the colts head 

And tightens around his neck

The fight continues

Long into the day. 

Reviews

[ba_mcfarlane]

A great read, and you gotta love those Ozzie cowgirls!

[closed..acct]

A flick of the wrist
Years of knowledge in his hands
Love for the beast in his heart

I really enjoyed this part, this is a wonderful write.