Barrel Racing Angel

She has her hair curled, and her boots on.
Blingy belt,jeans, and a blouse.
She tacks up her horse,
And puts on her spurs.
It's almost her turn, she takes a minute to pray,
All she asks for is a clean fast run.
But before she climbs on her horse,
He notices the loneliness in her eyes.
Lord knows she loves the rodeo,
She lives and breathes it.
But, she has silver buckle dreams,
That don't leave time for standing still.
She wouldn't trade a single second,
Of her years of rodeoing,
Now she's on the home stretch.
She finishes a perfect run with a great time,
And she is reminded why she started racing in the first place.

Reviews

[horsedreamer]

Thank you, I'm training for barrels too, horses are my life and rodeo is my dream! I hope one day I'll make it out there and make a name for myself in the rodeo world.

[J. F. Charleston]

Really nothing much to say, because it was so good! I have a friend that's training to barrel race. I wonder if she'll make it. This piece kind of reminded of that.