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Red White and Blue

A cowboy has never meant so much,

To many of us alike.

The took the hardships with a determination

we can only now understand.

What he knew and what he wanted,

Wasn't much different than what

Americans now can see.

With all that has happened here

In the last few months

We can understand Lane's determination

To fight for his cause.

Now that it has happened,

The twin towers still stand tall

Because one who died was

Victorius afterall.

Now that we have seen

What true sacrifice means

Lane Frost will be our hero

in two ways or more.

He can help us beat those

Who attacked apon our shores.

So when all looks bleak turn to him

And let him show the way.

He can help us reunite and

Fight to the bitter end.

Whatever happens,

Even if we win or lose.

May we all remember

The one whose name

Could never lose.
ŠBonney Pratt

Lane Frost

Growing up as a boy,

Out in the west.

When Lane rode with the rodeo,

He rode with the best.

Lane loved Bull riding,

More then anything in life.

Then when Lane met Kelly,

He had two loves in his life.

From dusk till dawn,

Lane would ride and ride.

But no matter how badly he would ride at the time,

He would never loose his pride.

After years of riding and practice,

He finally made it to the top.

Lane is now World Champion,

And never plans to stop.

ŠMike H. Garrison~New Jersey

I have a tribute to Lane!
It's kinda fiction but I imagine that Kellie felt this way.
And just a quick note that I want every reader to get out of this,
was that Lane will always be doin' what he loves.
Of course, he didn't want to leave this world, his wife, friends,
family, and fans, but at least he went doin' what he loved.

Lane's Ride

ŠLaurabeth Hixson (Dayton, TN-age 14)

Kellie's hands rested open on her knees as the cool Texas breeze
brushed her hair away from her tear-stained cheeks.

Questions swirled around her mind as they had so many times in the last few days.

Why? Why had Lane been taken from everything that he loved?
And just when everything was starting to fall into place?

Balling her open hands into fists, she jumped to her feet and shook them at the fading heavens.
Again, the questions came to her mind,
but she could no longer refrain from shouting them at the open sky.

And then, ever so quietly, just like the calm comes after the storm, a peace swept over her.

An open place in the sky grew bright with the fading light.
And tears came to her eyes as she heard the cheers of the crowd.

It was as if she could see straight into Heaven, as if she could see the color of the bull,
smell the sweet odor of rodeo, and feel the enthusiasm of the ride.
Even if she wouldn't have been able to see this,
she could've pictured it just as well.

There was Lane, pounding his buckskin glove, making his wrap, sliding up on his rope.

Then, taking a deep breath, he nodded. "Okay, boys, okay, boys!"

The gate flew and the bull baled out high, almost busting the wooden gate.

The sky was a perfect blue as the black hooves kicked at the endless sea.

It seemed as if the bull and cowboy were one, staying with each other jump for jump.

Finally, the buzzer announced that the bull had been rid.

A smile touched Kellie's lips as she saw Lane jump from the bull's back and retrieve his hat.
Waving at the crowd, he grinned and gave a thumbs up.

A lone tear streamed down her cheek and she reluctantly
accepted the fact that the few precious moments

God had granted her with Lane were up.

Blowing a kiss, she turned her back on the scene and went back in the house.

One thing was sure.
Up there, Lane would always make the full eight seconds
and never have to worry about getting injured.
And he would always be doin' what he loved

Hi, my name is Raul Chavez.
I'm from Chihuahua, Mexico. I'm 20 years old.
My father is a cattleman and since I was a little kid I really love cattle, horses, Rodeo and so on.
I saw the movie "8 seconds" when I was like 10 years old,
and since that moment I see Lane Frost as my role model.
I've being searching for information about him,
and I found your page, and I have to tell you that it's great.
For me, Lane was and still the greatest cowboy ever, but as I've being reading,
he also was a great person.

Here in Mexico, the rodeo is not as big like in the U.S.
but I've being in several rodeos here in Chihuahua as a Bull Rider,
I'm not a pro, but one day I'd like to go and participate in some Americans rodeos,
I would like to be in the same rodeos where Lane competed.

I don't know if you will show my email in your page, but even you do it or not,
i just want you to know that I really admire Lane Frost,
and I hope ,where ever he is right now, he will know this.

I just want to let you know that Lane has many fans in Mexico.
I don't know if I'm the number one fan, but I know that in my heart Lane is the best.

Thank you

Raul Chavez

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Ricky from Italy, who sent me his pictures riding with a Lane Frost glove he ordered from us..
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Lane's Last Ride
ŠBecky Kelley 11 when written (12 now)
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As he looks at the fire in that bull's eyes
He knows this could be his last ride

He knows the crowd is watching with faith and hope
As he tightens his hand around that rope

Takin' Care of Buisness is that bull's name
And he lives up to it in all his fame

But now he is lying on the ground with internal bleeding
And all he can hear is the crowd's pleading

Tuff's chest swells with pride
Knowing Lane just won his last ride!
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LANE FROST ~ MY HERO

Lane Frost, You Were A Good Bull Rider,
But You Were Also a Good Man,
When You Saw Somebody Troubled,
You Lent Out a Helping Hand.

You Admired Your Fans,
As They Admired You,
And As Some Would Say,
`` This Cowboy is True``

The Day You Left,
Was The Day It Rained,
The Angels Of Heaven,
Were Calling Out Your Name.

To Let Go Was Hard,
So Hard To Do,
You Were a Good Cowboy,
One That Was True.

You Lane Frost,
A Kind Hearted Man,
You Are My Hero,
And I am Your Fan.

SHINING STAR

You Were The Champion of The Champions,
The Best One Of Them All,
A Good Heart Deep Within You,
And So You Stood Darn Tall,

Your Legacy Was Rodeo,
But It Wasn't Just The Fame,
Rodeo Without You,
Will Never Be The Same.

You Took a Bull & Rode It,
And You Did The Best You Could,
In The Eyes Of All The Viewers,
You Were Pretty Dang Darn Good,

Every Now And Then,
I See A Trail Of Tears,
From Those Who Miss You Lane,
And Still Wish You were Here.

If Only I could Tell You,
Just How Proud We Are,
Of Our Little Rodeo Champion,
And Now Our Shining Star.

~Š Lindsey Jones~

Lane's Last Cheyenne Ride

Lane Frost was his name,
& Bull riding was his game.
Until that fateful day in Cheyenne,
when all Lane had was one hell of a plan.

To win that Rodeo,
to take it out.
So his beautiful wife Kellie,
would scream & shout.

But Kellie never got to do this,
for this would be Lane's last ride.
His wife never got to see this though,
as she was making movies to lift Lane's pride.

Now this bull was evil,
and wasn't very clean.
Bucking Cowboys off his back,
was his only dream.

Lane had this bull once before,
but wasn't so lucky on this day.
For this was when Takin' Care Of Business turned on him,
and took HIS life away.

NEVER Forgotten & ALWAYS Remembered.

ŠTalana Smith
Glen Innes NSW Australia

"His Last Ride"

Dedicated to the Frost Family.

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 already 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.

ŠMiranda Fudge
Fall Creek, OR

Lane, you always knew

That Rodeo was the life for you

Many a bull, you did ride

Always speaking to some kid on the side

"OK Boys, OK Boys," was your call

Although 5'11, you stood so tall

You had a smile to light the world

The kind momma and daddy want for their girl

You never complained through all the strife

Every 8 seconds was the ride of your life

Then one day in Cheyenne you made your last stand

God came down and took your hand

I guess you were just our's on loan

You are truly's God's own

Through all the stormy weather

I smile, because now I know that Lane Frost and God ride together.

ŠTaylor Dobson

Lane,

You died doing what you loved best
There is a place in Rodeo heaven
for those cowboys who left this place
and made it past the count of seven.

You're a champion and theres no doubt
you always gave it your very best
you are in our hearts and in our minds
now Lane you are able to rest.

Don't ever doubt you reached your goal
and the price you paid to get there
the success of a champion took so young
the true meaning of what is rare.

We will never forget how you died that day
in doing what you really loved to do
it must have been God that needed you then
He saw a golden rodeo Cowboy in you.

Though you are not physically here with us
your sprit lives on till this day
You're at every rodeo's gate to say
"ok boys, ok boys" making everything a-okay!

~Lucky~

Christian Cowboy

By Jordan Newland

You were a legend in your own time.

Yet you were taken before it was your time.

In 1994 a movie about you was released.

It told about your early love for the sport of Rodeo, of your trials and tribulations.

Yet they left out one important detail.
You had Christ to help you in your chutes.

I was blessed to get to see you ride on T.V.
but never the chance to tell you you are my hero.

I soon will go to serve my country and this thought will help me get through,
"What would Lane do.

Every time the training makes me ache for home,
I will think, Lane would work to over come this and so, I will too.
I actually weep because I think you were taken too soon,
but i pray that someday I will get too see you ride, in the rodeo in the sky

ŠJordan Newland Lancaster, MO.

Held tight with a leather grip,

Became cautious when he started to twist,

Jolted around from side to side,

Making it look simple with every stride,

The best is for what he strived,

Then 6,7,8 seconds would arrive,

Dismounted the bulls like a pro,

Next was in the air his hat he'd throw,

That adreniline of wonder he'd often crave,

As he stepped aside to do his wave,

Then off into the crowd he'd disappear,

Listening closely as the crowd would cheer.

Now he must remain in a different state,

I try to believe the events were of fate,

A legacy of his time,

In your memory and in mine,

A good man with a will,

One who never stood still,

Vouched for courage, and for faith,

Walked with pride at a natural pace,

Living for a sport that in the end will cost,

Great in memory, the one, the only, Lane Frost!

ŠChristina Davis

I saw the bull come in the chute

Then I put on my right boot,

Then I heard my name

And the bull was named Fame,

My partner then said lets go

I was at my place the rodeo,

I got on and tightened my rope

Then behind the chute I seen my partner mope,

I said Lets go boys

Then I heard the crowd making all the noise,

I rode for about five seconds and got hung up

When a clown come to help he was just a pup,

I injured my head

And I was supposed to stay in my bed,

But I did whats right

And got on the next night.

ŠJoseph Peart, Moberly, MO.

THE COWBOY

He loved to ride

He did it with pride

Hed get hurt; be out a while

But would come back

And finish in style.

One by one he did his best

To win the fight a hand

Between the bull and the man

Hed get bucked off or

Made the ride

Realizing his life

Can turn on a dime

He took some time

To clear his mind

Also to rest

Then come back

To be the best

On a rainy day

His fears came true

When he looked back to see

The bull staring at you

Since he was tall

It was hard to get in a ball

He was to late after all.

He got up and motioned for help

Yet when help arrived

Nothing could be done,

Lane Frost was gone.

ŠKristen Powell~Georgia