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THE LEGEND

You are trapped in a cold, steel cage
wrapped in leather wear
with two thousand pounds of hellish rage
the tension is tough to bear

Meat hooks strapped to your feet
one hand tied to a rope
feel the power build under you
purge building in your throat

in a second your world will come unwound
with granite razor hooves dicing at the ground
you take a breath and slide up on your rope
with a simple nod of your head
you become the imbodiment of hope

the steel latch crashes
gate swings open wide
in this open battlefield
there will be no place to hide

the bull blows out with the power of God
parting the seas
the pounding of his heart and yours
the only sound
nothing is at ease

in less than eight heartbeats you've become a great
you bail, you grab your tail,
hearing youve made eight

you hit the ground and hear the sound of
the crowd going wild
this is the moment youve dreamed of
since you were a child

this is something no one can take away
no matter what you do
this is the only thing that you have done
for you and only you
                      ©TW Brown 2000
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This one is from
Matthew Scott Curtis
who lives in Oregon.

Rodeo Fan

You’d only see him in the spotlight

yet he felt like a good friend,

he was a good man

his hand he’d always be willing to lend.

He was an all American hero

the kind little kids looked up to,

many times you’d said

if I could only walk in his shoes.

You lived your wildest dreams

through his many wins,

and watched him

on every bull that would buck and spin.

You smiled the day

that he became the worlds best,

you knew he could do it

but now he had past the big test.

The young man was at the

peak in his rodeo career

until one day when it came true

yours and his greatest fear.

He rode that bull

and scored an eight-five

but who knew that this

would be his last eight second ride.

He hit the ground and

made a quick look,

and then with a swift blow

the cowboys life that bull took.

He laid in peace all alone

on the ground,

the crowd stood still

to saddened to make a sound.

A great man that day was lost,

A man determined to live his dream at any cost,

that legend who is gone but not forgotten

is your hero Lane Frost.
©Matthew Scott Curtis~2000

  PARTING REMEMBRANCE

They wonder why it is

For the past to be put behind,

If only they knew that to leave in body

One must first leave in mind.

All those who have cared or loved

Are to be put away,

In the back of your mind

Until you meet again after many a day.

We won't say good-bye

We'll part without a word.

When we meet again, it'll be like we never left,

Whether it's on earth or up with the lord.

I'll always be around

You may not be able to touch me,

But if I'm ever needed I'll be there

In your heart and mind is where I'll be.

It's time for me to break these ties

And just walk away from it all.

There shouldn't be any cries,

For I don't want to be missed, only remembered.
©Creighton Lund 2000

  REGRETS

Looking back through thr tears in his eyes

Remembering all the good times

And good time buddies he had

Wondering if it was worth it all.

He sits and watches and his heart does pound

From the smells, the sounds and the sights

Longing for a time not so long ago

When he was in the hearts of all.

He remembers the day so vividly

It is branded into his brain

Like one would brand a horse

He wishes he could run away; but can't.

On that fateful day in his prime

He drew the horse to it all

But the horse slipped and fell

Crushing his back beneath it's weight.

Watching that same horse buck-out now

He becomes full of hatred and rage

For thats the horse that put him in this chair

But he smiles as he refects on a saying he once heard;

"I'd rather spend 8 seconds in the saddle,

than a lifetime watching from the stands"
©Creighton Lund 2000

   8 SECONDS OF HELL

The rope is getting sticky

As I pull it once more

I have to be picky

This event has made many rich men poor

My chaps are on tight

And the spurs are on my boots

I check that everything's right

As I climb onto the chutes

The bulls have just come in

And I search for the one I will ride

I check my rope, bell, spurs and resin

I see my bull and beam with pride

I got my rope on a little snug

As I look at my friend Dale

I tell him it'll just need a tug

He gives me an encouraging word; looking awful pale

My glove is on tight

As I heat up my rope

I just now feel some fright

GOD, get me the POPE

I slide my hand into the hand-hold

I look at Dale and tell him to pull

He didn't like I wanted, "Now do as you're told"

I take my wrap and take control

I thought " let me the hell out of here"

I'm ready and I nod my head

Suddenly I lose all fear

But I realize that in 8 seconds I could be dead

I'm looking for aid as they pull that gate

And I hope that judge ain't blind

The bull starts a spin and I recover too late

I'm going off against my hand, I could be in a bind

He goes the other way and I ride some more

I'm in control and I start to spur high

It feels like from my socket my arm is tore

I do it but for the life of me I don't know why

The 8 seconds of hell is done

Where is the clown, Oh theres that man

I undo my wrap and it's time to run

But something always has to screw up my plan

I go off to the left and he spins into my sight

I see the side of his huge neck

As his horns put me in flight

I knew I was in for a hell of a wreck

With his horns he lifts me up

I damn near swallowed my snuff

I hit the ground and felt like a helpless pup

But to hell with this I've had enough

I try to get up and make a rin for it

But my body won't go

Here comes the bull and he's going to tramp me to bits

The clown grabs me and takes me in tow

I get pulled over the chute by a cowboy

He takes me and lays me on the ground

As the clowns play with the bull like a toy

It feels like I am heaven bound

God, am I ever a stupid fool

To think I could a bull

Under me the blood does pool

For the beating has taken it's toll

The medics ask for me "the one in doom"

All over my body the blood and bruises shine

And I hear someone talk about a tomb

The medic says "you'll need the undertakers services not mine"

I sit up and explain my plight

"Everything's alright, I feel just swell

I've got to go to the dance tonight

And tomorrow I've got another 8 seconds of hell"

Like a rebellious bike rider

People say "you're crazy and your minds not right"

But since I'm a rodeo bull rider

I just look at them and say "You're damn right!"
©Creighton Lund 2000

This tribute on this page is from Debra Hill,
who says she and friends wrote it while watching
"8 Seconds".

  My Lonely Heart

As the days go by,

we try to think its one big lie.

we miss him alot,

he left our heart with an empty spot.

we try to move on,

every day at the break of dawn.

But its just so hard to do,

we dont know how were going to.

the time that we spent together,

we thought it would be forever.

now were apart,

and we are both off to a new start.

but whatever happenes,

he will always have a place in our

Lonely Hearts.
©Debra Hill
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The Thrill Of Defeat

As I approach our eyes will meet,

The biggest creature that I will defeat.

The look he gives the dare of me,

Are in my hands as I can see.

Climbing in the chute I take my seat,

My heart begins to skip a beat.

My rope around his chest so tight,

Provokes him to want to fight.

Jumping and bucking wanting to flee,

This big bad creature looks up at me.

Positioning myself for the ride of my life,

I call for the gate "O.K. Boys", and hold on with all my might.

The crowd is screaming and cheering for me,

But which will win, who will it be?

The sweat is pouring my hand squeezed tight,

As I hear the buzzer I knew then I defeated Red Rock tonight.

In the arena I stood so tall,

As I threw my hat and waved to all.
© Tammi Miller, Louisiana

“JUST ANOTHER RODEO”

When you wake up in the morning

          Stomach filled with butterflies

Walk over to the mirror and look

          Seeing rodeo in your eyes

Once you figure you’re all groomed

          And just about ready

You realize that you’re so nervous

          You can’t hold your coffee steady

As you walk out the door

          And start loading your truck

You look up to see your favorite star

          And wish for good luck

While driving down that long straight highway

          Your favorite song begins to start

That song doesn’t only get to you

          But it touches every bullriders heart

You should know the song I’m talking about

          It’s an “8” second ride

It makes all cowboys swell up

          And wanna spur the hair off that bulls hide

After daydreaming all night

          You realize the sun is coming up

So you decide to pull over at a little gas station

          To refill your coffee cup

Hitting the highway early in the morning

          With less than an hour to go

You look at the road going by

          Sheesh that last stretch always goes by so slow

Once you finally get to the rodeo grounds

          You look at everyone you can see

All the contestants rushing around

          Each as busy as a bee

Reaching the contestants office

          You stand in that damned long line

After 30 minutes you get to the desk

          Just your luck there’s a fine

Walking back to your truck

          You climb in the cab and take a seat

Staring out and thinking to yourself

          You say “Another day, no money to eat.”

As you get yourself comfortable

          To take a little snooze

You begin to wonder

          What bull for you they’re going to choose?

As you wake from your nap

          You look to the sky and say

“Please good lord

          draw me a good bull today.”

Finally, the time has come

          When you need to ready your gear

You listen to any advice

         All the advice you can hear

Then from behind you comes

          The voice of a dusty old man

“Don’t listen to all that gaggle

          ride like you know you can.”

All the bulls are loading in the chutes

          You’re the 5^th rider out

Already, the people in the crowd

          Anxiously starting to shout

First bull, second bull

          Both of them really blow

Before you realize it

          Two more and it’s your go

Climbing down in the chute

          To get screwed down on your bull

You look to the chute man

          And ask for a slow pull

Your bull gets real mean

          Starts thrashing about

You can tell he’s going to buck hard

          That’s without a doubt

You turn and look at the flank man

          Yup, he’s ready

Now slide up on your rope

          Nice and steady

As you think of the score

          Bulls 4, cowboys none

You look at the chute man and say

          Ok boys; let’s have some fun!

As the chute gate opens

          Your bull starts to move

You think, “Keep your spurs hooked

          and stay in that groove.”

He didn’t blow as hard

          As he led you to think

But, by all means

          He ain’t no dink

He goes to the left a couple

          Then hard to the right

He’s in your territory now

          You’ve almost won the fight

The buzzer sounds

          You reach down and pull your rope

He didn’t buck real hard

          You’ll get a good score, you hope

Walking back to the chutes

          The crowd clapping and screaming extra loud

The same old man walks up and says

          “Damn good ride boy, you should be proud!”

Over the loud speaker you hear 84 points

          Which is a fairly good score

You say, “Damn, I wish there was a short go,

          I’m ready for more!”

Three other riders covered

          But none made it higher than 78

Depending on the payout

          It may be a night to stay out late

The payout was good

          A pretty fat check

Just over a thousand dollars

          Thinking of the bar saying “Ahh what the heck!”

When you wake up in the morning

          Stomach filled with butterflies

Walk over to the mirror and look

          Seeing a champion in your eyes.
                        ©Kelly Summerfield 2000~Wyoming

RODEO PARTNER

People ask if we’re scared to get on

No, our nerves are just buggin’

Cause these mean, ugly animals

Ain’t somethin’ you wanna be huggin’

A little bit of nervousness

Is all part of the game

You can’t get nowhere in rodeo

Without a little pain

To ease all that pain

Just a little bit

You should find a partner

That’ll cheer when that bull’s into your mitt

The way I see it, the perfect partner

Should be like next of kin

A friend who’ll stand by you

No matter what trouble you’re in

You see, bullriding is a tough

And demanding sport

If you have any smarts at all

You’ll travel with a cohort

Traveling can be very fun

But then it’s extremely tiring

Running around with a partner

Is definitely, very inspireing

Swapping all those rodeo stories

Really makes you wanna ride

That’s why I suggest traveling

With a partner at your side

Sad enough, my cohort up and left

All the way to Oklahoma

Without him at my side

How do I get my bullriding diploma?

Getting your diploma

Is kinda hard

You see, your Bullriding diploma

Is your PRCA card

For me, getting my card

Is a big concern

Without a rodeo partner

It’s very hard to earn

Sometime he’ll come home,

Look at me and say

“Ya ready partner?

Let’s go get a payday!”
  ©Kelly Summerfield 2000~Wyoming

Some people ask me

          “Why do you ride a bull?”

Because I’m addicted to it

           And it makes my life full.

You see, rodeo isn’t just a sport

          It’s a way of life.

Most cowboys rodeo

          To support their kids and wife.

They choose this as a line of work

          And a way to earn some checks.

A job of chance

          And quite often broken necks

So why do we ride bulls

          If it causes so much pain?

Well, just think of that old saying,

          “No pain No gain!”
  ©Kelly Summerfield 2000~Wyoming

He just gets on his back
while fans scream his name.
"Okay Boys, Okay"
Watch out-here comes Lane.

He rides him for seven
he rides him for eight.
He jumps off his side,
the fans celebrate.

As he gets up he decides to look back.
Before he knows it-the bull's on his back.
He waves for help, but it's too late...

The great Lane Frost is at the Golden Gate!
                                ©Corey Brenizer 2000
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