I Am From
I am from the arena,
dripping of the sweat from
my horse, passing barrels,
the beating of his hooves
as they hit they hit the
dirt below.
I am from the corrals,
getting my horse ready for
his big moment,
getting him warmed up,
by running him around the corrals.
I am from the barrels,
holding on to the ruins
feeling not a worry in the world,
hearing the spurs clicking,
and the feeling the
leather saddle,
feeling the wind in your
hair, hearing the sound
of the crowd cheering you on.
I am from the dirt.
kicking up dirt as my horse
moves faster and faster
hearing him breath under
all the commotion
hanging on as he goes
faster and faster towards
the gate.
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